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Diana subscribing for The Forum. Diana reading The Mentor. Diana reading William Lyon Phelps in Scribner's. Diana walking through the frozen streets of the silent Northern town to the Public Library, to read The Literary Digest "Book Review." Diana waiting for the postman to come, bringing The Bookman. Diana, in the snow, waiting for the postman to bring The Saturday Review of Literature. Diana, bareheaded now, standing in the mounting snow-drifts, waiting for the postman to bring her the New York Times "Literary Section." Was it doing any good? Was it holding him?
At first it seemed to be. Diana learned editorials by John Farrar by heart. Scripps brightened. A little of the old light shining in Scripps's eyes now. Then it died. Some little mistake in the wording, some slip in her understanding of a phrase, some divergence in her attitude, made it all ring false. She would go on. She was not beaten. He was her man and she would hold him. She looked away from the window and slit open the covering of the magazine that lay on her table. It was Harper's Magazine. Harper's Magazine in a new format. Harper's Magazine completely changed and revised. Perhaps that would do the trick. She wondered.
CHAPTER TEN
Spring was coming. Spring was in the air. (Author's Note.—This is the same day on which the story starts, back on page three.) A chinook wind was blowing. Work-
