Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1883-10-08

the room, were.
For the first time in his life John
did not know what to do with his
hands and feet.
When Mary's enjoyment of the
ridiculous had exhausted itself in
ringing laughter, she excused her
self, with shy look of concern at
the red side of his face, for her rude
reception of him; and ventured to
ask what his idea was for dressing
in his younger brothers clothes?
"Miss Hepworth,' said John, with
the sharpness of rising anger, ''do
you really think that I, John Red
path, would come here in the char
acter of my brother?''
sNot exactly in his character, you
know. But really (viewing him
again with an i'll concealed SMILEY
"really, everything is to small but
the hat and that's too blg.
''Look here, Mary, no more non
sense. I haven't this suit on for
nothing. 1 mean business will you
listen ?"
Mary looked expectant and ready
to hurl another shaft of ridicule.
''You must know, Mary, that I've
come to prefer my suit to your IA
ther," said John, confident that now
things would be settled in moment.
''Well, you needn't have come for
that. John,' replied Mary, growing
very red, 'sfor I shouldn't give a
hair of my fathers head for dozen
suits of yours
II mean you will let me urge my
suit with your father, won't you,
Mary dear?" persisted John, him
self puzzled and ready to talk plain
country talk if this last effort at for
mality failed.
1t did fail.
Mary placed distance between them
as fast as the room would allow.
With her eyes flashing anything but
love, she shouted across the room:
''John Redpath, you are intolera-
BILE and insulting A moment ago you
had the kindness to tell me that you
preferred your suit to my father, as
if there was a probability of his be-
ing yours! Now, you suddenly seem
to have such contempt for your
suit that you want him to rid you of
it 1t is an unheard Of"
"Hush, Mary! Dear Mary con-
found it, Mary! It's all mistake, .
pleaded John, rushing up to her and
placing his hands over her mouth.
81 don't mean-I mean-you know
want you, Mary-I mean the-my
suit for you, my marriage, wedding
that kind of thing"
'.You have courage to present
yourself as my future husband in this
skinfint suit? No, John, l won't
marry you. AS long as you don't
show the sense and stability of a mar
in your outward appearance l expect
less from the man within," replied
Mary, keeping her lover at bay will
severe look.
John bit his lips. 1t was his turr
to get mad at such womanish ignor
ance of mems style. 'Thats al
you know about style, Mary. Wal
till YOU see the fellows ape m,
when"
ssOh! one of the species is quit
enough for me to lose my respect TO
all. So don't pride yourself on you
noble army of followers.
That arrow struck home. For
moment John WINGED perceptibly un
der her witicism. Then anger GO
the better of him.
His look annihllating as he said
81 guess you've got some other fel
low in your eye, Nary
Eyes, John, 1 have" replied Mary
thinking of the man she would lik
him to be, and watching the effect
t her words with little pleasure.
q John WINGED. But he hoped th
i ring in his pocket might yet revers
her decision. won't you take tn
S ring, Mary, and let that other go'
o he begged humbly.
o "No, John, I'd rather have tt
: other fellow
S 1t was said so very quietly an
It with such a determined ssthe oth'
e fellow" that John knew there was 4
j, hope for him. He would have like
f nothing better than fighting his TO
) tunate rival.
s Swallowing his anger, which mac
his voice sound harsh and fierce
+ said:
b 'sIf you've some one else, | shou
is lust like to have the presents L ga
5, you when / was boy. 1t meal
lie mad for good,' this time"
is Mary started. She was not qui
IS prepared to make such sacrific
h But, of course, Mary was too pro-
Sc to recall anything, and she really h
o. made up her mind not to have job
le if he stuck to his vanities.
After few minutes absence,
L, which John felt himself the most m
TX erable of men, Mary reappeare
o. with her hand full of trinkets.
n His hope that she would cry a
Nv then make up, as they did years ae
received its death blow in the 81
90 hut determined voice in which S