News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1895-01-03
ARE YOU THE MAN ?"

Silverton rolled his cigar irritably
in his mouth and drew his hat over
his eyes. In moment he glanced
gloomily at his companion.
"You know l told YOU" he broke
out angrily, that detestpd that
gown l thought you said You
would not wear it again. fyou need
any thing, why don't you"
II need nothing" she interrupted
quickly.
A pale wave of color had come into
her face and tinged the roots of her
hair. Silverton, with suppressed
shrug, looked away.
There was long silence between
the two. The tables in the little sur
burban beer garden filled and emp
tied again,
Silverton rose roughly. The girl
left the garden without speaking.
SilvertOn's moody glance then MOTTO
ed that her boots and gloves were
not as neat as formerly. Was she
growing careless
They left the overburdened elevated
train at a downtown station, and
automatically Anne stopped at the
usual corner. The stale, dead OdOr
of the crowded districts of poverty
was in the air. And a new wave of
disgust-fOr the boheminaism of this
latter life of his, for this tie he had
contractpd-swppt over SilvertOn.
Anne stood passively, apparently
waiting for him to say goodbye
For a month past she had never ask
ed, when they parted, at what day
and hour they should meet again.
He was about to turn away now
when she opened her Ii ps.
IL want to speak, want to
tell you something"
She faltered and her sensitive color
came and went.
She glanced up into his face and
then her eyes sank.
There was something pitiful, terri
ible in the LOOK that passed over her
face. But Silvprton saw nothing
"NO. 1t is nothing. Never mind, )"
she said. .wp ...
He took her at her word and non
chalently went his way, leaving the
girl mOtiOnless on the corner.
y = y
"Look here, Hinckney, this is not
not possible"
Perfectly possible No mistake
Here are the papers" The lawyer
drew them out.
To think Of the old duffer dying
off on the Mediterranean, without a
will, though! My mother, poor thing,
never believed Id have a cent of her
bachelor brothers money. He al
ways said he would make a will leav-
ing it out of the family. And so, be-
hold me a millionaire p
yes" The lawyers glance tray
eled the shabby room. II don t say
this is not a queer abode for a newly
Matched plutOcrat. say, SilvertOn,
you've lost your grip rather more
than was necessary in the last two
years, haven't you ?"
"Man, you talk without knowing
True, Hinckney, I've been fool but
there was a reason"
Miss Eckroth ?" he asked.
Silverton nodded mOodily.
"WeII," observed the lawyer "Sybil
EckrOth is a fine girl-as noble as
she is lovely. She has exalted and
strained ideas of duty, and she knows
that it would kill that weak mother
and silly father of hers should she
marry a poor man. Therefore she
sacrificed you-and herself. Have
you seen her since ?"
''Once, six weeks ago. She did not
see me. 1t was random glimpse"
Eyes, she has been abroad two
years, systematically Hinckney pur.
sused Nov that you're rich, why
not try again ? see you have not
forgotten her. Sheis at the seashore
| can give you her address,"
"Hinckney what do you take a
man for ?"
Hinckney did not heed the excla.
nation. He saw the look in Silver.
tons eyes and he delivered the ad.
dress in question.
"HellO !" said Hickney, looking up
from his desk one morning.
1t was Silverton-grown the man
of fashion once more, the man Of
success, but at that moment with a
vague disquiet in his eye that dis
turbed the Pquanimity of his triumph
"Do you remember a piece of ad
vice you gave me last summer ?
followed it with this result: Sybi
Eckroth and | are engaged and to be
married next month"
81 congratulate you"
"Stop There is one thing that
troubles me. It's little hard to tell.
Silverton paused and collected him
self before he went on to speak of ont
Anne. He believed, he said, that sht
worked in q shop. She seemed per
fectly respectable he had met hel
when he had, in mad despair, chosen
to drop out of the world Of his asso
ciates.
She had never consented to tel
him where she lived or how He haC