The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1894-12-06

"You must never breathe n word to
him of the existence of this last will |;
you won't, will you?"
''Not for worlds. Madgei People
seldom guess the family secrets, the ro-
mances, the stories of love and hate
which are hidden away among the
musty old papers and books of q
lawyers office. This shall he little
private affair between us, and we'll
both watch the result upon certain
young man of our acquaintance.
New York. Crittenden's Bachelor
Apartments in the "Croisic").
"Well,' 1 must say, Crittenden,
this doesn't look much like the old
studio in Thirteenth street. More
luxury and considerably less Bohe-
mianism. How long have you been
here?"
"About a month; haven't all my
bric-a-brac in yet. But look about
the place and tell me what you think
of it,.
well, l don't see anything the
matter with it, With your artistic
taste, the rooms were sure to be pretty
near the correct thing. / see you're
still faithful to Barge; that "Ele.
phant and Tiger" is one of his best
BIZ You always was an admirer of
the Louis Seize, though for beauty
and harmony must say prefer the
magnificent Orientalism of the Hindu.
Ye Gods what an earthly paradise OF
beautiful things man can surround
himself with if he has but the money.
Where do You work?"
"Oh, there's good north window
in the spare bed droom, and I've set up
an easel there; but I'm not killing
myself with work Just ut present"
'Look here, old chap, your, not
going to give up the profession en-
tirely, are you? How will you put in
the time 2"
"rime Great Scott I'm so busy now,
with coaching parties, country break
lasts, afternoon teas and receptions,
that I'm obliged to offend lots of
people because l can't get around to
everything. / dare say / may. do
something for the academy each year,
but. upon my soul, don't see when
7. I'm ~6ing to get IT, = 20 to work.
II fellow has the money and doesn't
chip in with the smart set he might
as well be dead. Got the money; no
use shaving any more; might as we'll
enjoy life while it lasts"
That's right enough. I suppose
the average man would do the same
thing; but | thought you used to 90
in FOR the glory OF art and all that.
With your ability, you might accom-.
plish almost anything you pleased"
"Oh, dare say (yawning); "but
what's the use Glory's we'll enough,
but it don't t materialize until after II
, fellows dead; besides, I'm in the
swim now; having good time. See
that photo over there on the mantel?
What do you think of her?"
by Jove! She's beauty! Who is
she? New York girl?"
"Nop Boston. Old Beacon street
family. Fathers Bostonian all
through Shell of reserve like coat
Of ice until you get used to him;
then he's all right; jolly old chap,
too. Met him at Lenox while Jack
Winter was keeping me at his cottage.
Didn't have any cash then, SO
thought / was ont of the running.
Shortly after old Gray put the
property in my possession / ran over
to Boston, called, and incidentally
mentioned my good luck, and-to put
1t mildly-.Harry, | am solid with the
whole family now. They're great on
art as an amateur professor over
there, you know. Kitty wanted me
SO set up II studio on Commonwealth
avenue; said she'd come and paint
with mo every day. l came very near
doing it; but told her | thought of
doing one really good thing every
year working only when the spirit
moved. When she found that work
ing every day meant giving up all her
fun she said my idea was sensible.
Deuced clever girl, KITTY"
"Whos this other one in the tailor
gown? It's "a sweet face not SO striking
as your Bostonian, but, to my
taste, the more beautiful of the two,
in a quiet way.
THAT Oh, that's my little Wash.
ington cousin; the one fused to sketch
with down in Norfolk. Jolly girl,
Madge; used to think no end of her in
the old days. Paints mighty well,
too. Not much style, though mother
keeps a sweet boarding-house down
there. BY Jove what a God-send il
would be to them if anything should
happen to me; they'd come in for the
property"
Brand took the picture over TO the
window for "A better light. 1t seemed
to him there was tender, womanly
look in the great brown eyes; some
thing different from anything he had
seen.
"Crittenden," he said, "if Iwere
picking ont a wife I'd choose this 0irl