The evening Republican., 1902-06-06
THE |! LU|g0
SOME PEOPLE,
BY Enrol STANHOPE.


plainly, he was enormously rich.
As he sat staring at the long, solid
columns of figures which We're
written on sheets of paper, he
rubbed his curly brown hair and
wondered if it were not all dream.
He had, indeed, Weakened one day
to find himself a millionaire.
In the drawing-rooms OF Mayfair
the news was discussed more eager
ly than ever.
''And such fool, my dear; any
woman could turn him around her
finger" said the dutifu1 daughters
of aspiring mammals. And on the
strength of the idea they ordered
some ravishing evening dresses and
more distracting hats. Charlie
knew none of this.
n When it dawned upon his some
what slow acting brain why all this
was being made about him, a revul-
sion OF feeling scame over him, and
he felt inclined to tell the good peo-
pie of society what hereally thought
OF them.
''Ah, Charlie isn't half SO nice as
he used to be. Money is making a
snob of him, as it does Of all others,
said Estrelladela Porte, as she care
fully applied the rouge to her
smooth cheek.
What pity you did not have
him last wear, when he was SO fond
of you, Est1ella,' replied her
younger sister. ;,
oh don't" snappishly. "As it
would not have accepted him--hati
| I known. Now l Ahan't get a
| chance, Cenceited little prig. l
SUPPOSE he thinks we want his
money" 49,.
Well don't wer remarked Agatha,
putting on her shoes. g.. q. -..-...,. -.
But Estrella, the fair and beauti-
full, who was angling for an earl--o1
! Charlie too annoyed even tC
reply. :.
As for Hilton himself, he sat IN
his chambers and wondered at the
hollowness Of it all.
rs there no such thing as a trnt
womanin this world, who cannot bt
bought for money!" he said one hot
July night, when the long season
was painting out it's dying breath IL
the heat of the summer.
4 st. George, his friend, leaned bach
in his char and blew cloud OF to-
bacco smoke towards the ceiling.
Il don't think SO, my boy.
never found one yet. I haven't any
money, it's true, but | have enough
for women to want to marry me.
suppose my title helps me too. No
old chap, every one has a price
Every woman anyway. They ar
brought up from their cradles will
the knowledge that they are to sci
themselves to the highest bidder.
Charlie Hilton kept his own coun
sci. and two days after found him
rod and basket, easel and paint box
standing ON the station OF a littl
out of the world village, with tn
glare and heat and noise and artltl
ciality of the great London far ava.
behind him.
With a half sad, half cynical lool
on his good looking face, Charll
made his way down the little villag
street
He put up at the White Swan.
Hilton was half an artist AM
spent his days sketching little bit
of scenery. No one knew him, Q
Of him, or about him. His land
lady said she knew he was a gentle
man because he gave her no troubl
and paid his bill regularly. FurtE
er than that she neither knew 40
! cared. and no one else knew OF cal
ed in the little place.
But one did. One who care;
much and knew nothing.
Handsome young artists were 70
romano and unllsa! an occurrence T.
be passed UNDECIDED by Miss Name.
Henderson, the rector's daughter.
However, one day, resting in acor
ncr with a book was Charlie, idl
watching the white yulls passing
and fro.
Presently acl oss his line of visio
came dainty figure in white.
Her red gold hair shone in the SUI
!. light, and his artistic eye was caugl
by the twist OF vivid green ribbo
twisted in It's coils. lie had notice
the girl before, but women had al
ellsted him 50 much of late that h
turned from them all.
Suddenly Il puff Of wind came frol
nowhere, as TIC wind does come
. the seaside; her hat was taken Oh, all
in another moment was rocking gail
out Of reach in the sea.
Allow me; ! think can get it &c
} YOU he said, coming up.
, She started. and bushed to til
: roots OF her hair
Without any undue haste Hilto
J walked into the water, picked II
the hat, and returned it TO the CIR
On, thank you SO much, it Is vel
kind OF you, but am afraid you hay
made you're yourself wet 81
, said. You mean my trousers. |
laughed lightly. they will wasI
don't mention them. ] didn't-4yt
did, with a merry twinkle in he
: gray eyes. After this they got o
capitaIiy.
Nancy was fond Of sketching, al
admired his culorcd limitations OF tt
) scenery.
The next day she brought hi
some of hers. They were yiilaino'
dauus, but he did not THINK 50.
The following afternoon he wei
} IN to the rectory, was introduced