it is, she loses, because she was to telegraph if she won."

Linda rushed into the house and carried her belongings to her workroom.
She dropped them on the table and looked at them.

"I'll get you off my mind first," she said to the Morrison package,
which enclosed a new article entitled "How to Grow Good Citizens." With
it was a scrawled line, "I'm leaving the head and heels of the future to
you."

"How fine!" exulted Linda. "He must have liked the head and tail pieces
I drew for his other article, so he wants the same for this, and if he
is well paid for his article, maybe in time, after I've settled for my
hearth motto, he will pay me something for my work. Gal-lum-shus!"

As she opened the letter from Marian she slowly shook her head.

"Drat the luck," she muttered, "no good news here."

Slowly and absorbedly she read:

DEAREST LINDA:

No telegram to send. I grazed the first prize and missed the second
because Henry Anderson wins with plans so like mine that they are
practically duplicates. I have not seen the winning plans. Mr. Snow told
me as gently as he could that the judges had ruled me out entirely. The
winning plans are practically a reversal of mine, more professionally
drawn, and no doubt the specifications are far ahead of mine, as these
are my weak spot, although I have worked all day and far into the night
on the mathematics of house building. Mr. Snow was very kind, and
terribly cut up about it. I made what I hope was a brave fight, I did so
believe in those plans that I am afraid to say just how greatly
disappointed I am. All I can do is to go to work again and try to find
out how to better my best, which I surely put into the plans I
submitted. I can't see how Henry Anderson came to hit upon some of my
personal designs for comforts and conveniences. I had hoped that no man
would think of my especial kitchen plans. I rather fancied myself as a
benefactor to my sex, an emancipator from drudgery, as it were. I had a
concealed feeling that it required a woman who had expended her strength
combating the construction of a devilish kitchen, to devise some of my
built-in conveniences, and I worked as carefully on my kitchen table, as
on any part of the house. If I find later that the winning plans include
these things I shall believe that Henry Anderson is a mind reader, or
that lost plans naturally gravitate to him. But there is no use to
grouch further. I seem to be born a loser. Anyway, I haven't