Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1898-06-13

know how well she fell into the trap.
We are the principal actors but I'll
play my part we'll. Ward, my son, have
you lost your head? Has the cold lifted
off the top, even without SO much as
'by your leave?' An hour ago and the
town was dull and dead. You were
wealthy old bachelor, a pretty catch
way back thar in civilization for any
maid, and now you are boy, light
hearted fool of lover. Well-a lover
and what about beloved? Let we'll
enough alone, and for the time I am
only taking part. .
HER STORY
Ward Macarthur is my friend s name.
I have learned more about him than [
did when we agreed to enter upon fir
tation, to inspire this most stubborn
pen of mine and to satisfy his longing
for companionship. He is one OF the
most successful and immensely wealthy
gold hunters here. His claims always
prove gold. Iwonder what he thinks Of
me- I'm sure no one could have asked
for more than the look which shone in
his eyes as he quoted something about
golden hair to me this morning. Well,
[ don't care what he thinks, only wish
[ did not have to bundle up into a per-
feet fright The cold is something ter
rible should die if it were not for Mr..
Macarthur keeping the blood in circu-
lation through sheer interest in him.
He is the most original man ever met.
HIS STORY
''Ten days have gone by, and have
seen her every day All the fun in life
lies in this dead old town. Sledge par
ties and snowshoe parties, skating and
snowballing - for two What fun
Things are growing pretty warm for
me, and when she turns her blue eyes
around and slowly raised the long firing
ed lashes-Jove-suppo she is really
only playing a part? Is not that the
agreement-to furnish a romance for
her city paper? If she is only acting, she
acts we'll. The other men are all deeply
interested. They have proposed to her
in turn, am told, but she has smiling
ly refused them ALL To the conqueror
belongs the spoils. Am the conqueror?'
HER STORY.
1t is three weeks since we have said
foolish nothings to each other, still
have not story of Klondike romance to
forward home 1 said this to Mr.. Near
thur this morning. He laughed and
said nothing, but his eyes spoke vol
umes. If 1 only could write down what
they seem to say, and my corresponding
feelings 1 could earn pretty sum. If
he is so fascinating just in fun, he must
be irresistible when truly in earnest.
He has told me fund Of valuable facts
about gold prospecting, which l mean
to lot down. To the head reporter from
our daily at home, who is on his way
here, they will prove Invaluable. In
deed, he may arrive any day. He will
be delighted with all this useful in
formation from Mr.. Macarthur. [ hope
they will like each other. 1t will be de-
cidedly embarrassing otherwise, now
that l am SO irretrievably entangled in
this self sought Irritation with Mr.. Nc
Arthur. John Austin, who is coming,
must speak for himself when he arrives,
but l have always considered him just
the very finest fellow in the world.
HIS STORY.
GA month is gone and can bear this
no longer. She begins to shrink from my
advances Why should she? This is only
a part we are playing-a part we are
playing indeed-it is life or death for
one at least and this suspense is beyond
endurance. [ must see her at once and
end this foolish romance of dreadful I'M
certainty
A man with some great purpose of
heart showing in his eyes enters the
lodging house and walks swiftly to
room at the far end of long corridor.
Some one is there before him, knocking
at the door, evidently a new arrival
from the States. He will wait outside
for the intruder to leave. The door he
watches with devouring eyes opens to
the strangers knock There is quick
cry, John, my husband!''
For the first time Ward McArthur's
gold claim proved valueless.
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