Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1892-05-02

was about to present them, when In
dependence in a calico frock stepped
back with cool:
sKeep them yourself, sir; don't
care for them"
"I thought you wanted them"
stammered Sol.
$50 l did, because they were diff
cult TO obtain; had they been on your
aunt's table I would not have touched
them. 1t is the glow of triumph that
gives pleasure to it's zest. Eat them
yourself, and good evening, STRIP
tsStop a moment!o said Sol, not
little astonished; tsthat isl mean
permit me to accompany YOU"
'sNo; you would expect me to en-
terrain you, and that would be too
much trouble"
e'But if, instead, should entertain
you?'
9EYou cannot"
"Why?n
sEYou could tell me nothing new.
You are only a crucible for convert
ing bales of cloth into the precious
ore that all the world goes mad after.
No doubt you are all very well in
your way, but there are alchemlsts
who could transmute our humdrum,
daily life into golden verse or heaven
ly thought To such one I might
listen, but you and [ have nothing in
common"
9'Not even our humanity?" asked
SOL
The stern face of the young girl
softened little, but only for mo-
ment.
'sNo" she answered angrily, mot
even that. [, you know, am made of
the inferior clay, you of the pure por-
celaln. Do you not remember how
even good, kind Aunt Hester told you
there were no young ladies with her,
only the seamstress? You are slightly
bored already and think me odd
enough to amuse you for awhile, but
if some of those gay ladies-among
whom I hear you are such favorite-
were to come here, you would not
even know me. Good evening, SIR"
"What a furious little RADICAL"
thought Sol, with an uneasy laugh,
as he watched her retreating figure.
After all, he was not quite sure that
she had not spoken the truth. If the
calico frock had been founced silk,
for instance, how many degrees more
deferential would have been his man
ner in presenting the cherries.
Query the second.
IF the calico frock had been walk
ing down Broadway about O'Clock
in the afternoon, would he, Solomon
Griggs, Of Griggs, Makem & Co., as
willingly escort it as across those
green fields, where, if the robins and
bluebirds did make remarks, it was in
their own language?
Sol couldn't answer the questions
satisfactorily, but he went to bed and
dreamed all night of the little Diog-
enes in her calico frock.
That next week he waited patiently
for the first glimpse of that remark
able garment coming around the cor
ner, but in vain. And when, in such
a careless manner that it was quite
remarkable, he wondered audibly
'swhere that odd little girl lived whom
he saw on the eve of his arrival, !"
Aunt Hester answered dryly:
"Away whereabouts, pointing
with her hand.
She boarded, she believed, with
some queer sort of folks there; though
for that matter, she was queer enough
herself. And this was absolutely all
she would say on the subject.
The next day Sol took it upon him
self to wander up that way, "therea-
bouts" and was awarded with a
/ glimpse of the calico frock going
through a broken gate, and, following
it closely, came up with the wearer as
\ she was about to enter a dilapitated
front door, at which piece of imperti-
hence she was so much incensed as to
turn very red, while tears actually
started to her eyes.
'tWhat do you want?" she inquired
sharply enough.
s'To see you," replied Sol, who, tax
en- by surprise, could think of nothing
but the truth.
''Well, you have seen me; now go!''
"But it's warm day, and am very
tired"
II can't help that. It's not my fault
is it?''
HYou might ask me to walk in and
sit down, if you were not as hard
hearted as a Huron.
'sThis is not my house,