The Newtown bee., 1896-10-09
eloud came over Miga chadsey,s

 I supposed that they sent-that they !! paid at oncc." l could see that she was disappointed i and there was little shake in her voice 1 as she thanked me for what she called i my kindness; but she insisted upon con- ing out and picking great bunch ot her geraEiums for me to take home, silenc- l ing all my remonsrrances by declaring 1 that the plants would blossom better for 1 1t.
 While she was gathering the flowers, turned several matters over in my mind. The article was good-as good as much that we published each week in the Eagle. And | had a double amount of office work to do now that Alice was away. II didn't mention our own paper" l said, as we walked slowly toward the gate, ''because although we could publish the sketch at once, we could offer very little for it; ; and 1 named sum pitiably small but all l could afford. "You would probably prefer to wait.''
 But Miss Chadsey's face frightened. tCould you print il? ?'' she said. ''And is it worth that much?''
 told her l would take the manuscript with me then, if she was willing, and send her check for it next day. Miss Chadsey turned and ran back up the path and into the house like young girl. Her figure was 1.-the and straight still, though her face was wrinkled. As she put the brown envelope into my hand, ehe said, doubtfully, studying my face;
 You don't do this becauze-be- cause''-
 Dear Miss Chadsey !" | said, as I tucked the paper under my arm and took her hand to say goodnight. Il think it will be clearly to our interest to print it."
 The article on "Pioneer Life Ii" Hi nois'' came out in next weeks issue, and on the Saturday following Miss Chadsey and I were sitting together in the office. There was an extra pressure of work, and about some of it I found that she could help me.
 ''Ho" did you learn to read proof? I had asked one day, when she had tahen several she -ts out of my hands, passing them back afger liCtle, carefully cor recte |.
 She looked pleased. "Is it all right?" she questioned. 'I was always particu- larly fascinated by punctuation, and l think 1 know every le ter and sign of that little scrap of Macauley in the back of 'Webster.'
 We were very quiet this Saturday afternoon. The press was still, and even John Drew was less noisy than usual. l Mis- Evvy was sitting at the table behind Japanese screen, where there was dictionary and a book Of synonyms. | The selectman had written a retort to the reply which his article on ''Good l Roads" had called forth, and she was 1 strengthening that out 8 little. I was 1 busy with an obituary notice, occasion ally looking up to give John Drew points on the display work on some calendars that Brown & McMaGus had ordered.
 It is not easy to write of man who has done nothing but slip out of pinched, mercenary life, leaving no record of what can be called a good deed, public or private; only a hoard of money to be divided among distant and unregretting relatives.
 1 was rcflectlvely biting the end of my penholder, wekn I discovered stranger at the door. He was about to knock, but as I raised my eyes he bowed and came into the office.
 As for his clothes, from the points of his collar to the points of his shoes making allowance for little Medway dust, of which we have plenty-he might have just stepped down from one of the most exclusive clubs in New York. But he wore them as if their formality an nOyed him and was restraint to muscu- lar action. In his hand he carried the incongruity of broad-b -brimmed, black slouch hat.
 My home is in Montana" he said, dropping into the chair in front of the desk, and beginning as man begins who knows what he is going to say, says it, and is done; land l should have been several hundred miles nearer it by now if it had not been for this." He drew from his pocket a copy of the last Eagle, 1 and spread it upon the desk. May | take little of your time, then?" l bowed, a little natural solicitude in l my mind as to what might be expected | from a Montana gentleman who wore a | sombrero-like hat, and had been delayed | 30 many hours on his journey.
 ''Aa l told you," he went on, II live l in the West; but I have been in New | York several weeks on business. Yester- day I took the train for home. When we were about 20 miles out of the city somebody left the car anu dropped this copy of your paper in the aisle. I picked it up, and the first thing I struck was that article signed E. J. O."
 heard 8 little rustic behind the Jap anese screen, and then all was quiet agaln.
 'Well, it was an accurate description of my own boyhOod, names, dates and all. I took the first train back to town. And now, if you can help me to discover the writer, think it will be an inestim able service. My name is Chadsey- Henry B. Chadsey." At that moment the screen was pushed aside, and Miss Evvy came from behind it.
 Now by every law of romance these two should have rushed at once into each others arms. Even knew immediately that here was either the brother who had '