Montour American. (Danville, Pa.) 1866-1920, 1903-01-22

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81 am sorry to be the cause of any
annoyance" said Donald. Really I'm
not worth it. Please tell her So"
"Yes, sir; I'll do that" rejoincd KeI-
vim in a very disaGreeable tone. "pll
/ tell her precisely that"
Thank you" replied Donald.
His manner had been perfect through
out this scene. Although he had been
firm and even insistent, still he had
not forgotten his years, but had pre-
, served 4 fine Difference toward this old
rascal who did not in the least deserve
it. At the last he had seemed to feel
much depressed and had cast down his
eyes, but suddenly he raised them to
kelvin's face with that peculiar, gen.
tie, searching look that | love so well.
When he turns it upon me, it warns
my heart, for | know that he is seeing
straight into its innermost chamber.
Yet there are some who cannot bear
This look. not dishonest, scheming peo-
pie who might well be expected to
shrink from it, but those who are
merely nervous from illness. like our
cashier. jim Bum. for instance. Jim
Bum breads death. and perhaps he
shudders to think that Donald coule
tell him when the grim fellow is COM
ing At any rate, l have seen poor
! Bum turn white and his hands pour
sweat from their palms when Donald
has looked at him thus.
Even Kclyin's thick hide was pene-
trated He backed away toward the
wicket.
Don't try any of your tricks with
me-" he said Il don't want my for
tune told
Donald started slightly, and a family
perceptible shuddcr passed over him.
1t seemed to communicate itself to me
and to Kelvin, who paled and then
flushed.
you're a humbug" he cried out
roughly, ashamed of his momentary
superstitious alarm. You're an open
humbug. Anybody can see through
you"
Donald turned away wcarily, while
Kelvin kicked the gate open and went
clustering UP the pain.
AS we walked home together | tried
to revive Donalds spirits by compi.
menting him upon his language and
bearing in this trying scene, but he
seemed to be very much dissatisfied
with himself.
"Why is it," said lie, that when
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EuropeT oh, fic. uncle" exclaimed
little Eollo 'You are seeking to i'm
pose upon my youthful credulity.'
That's the way it sounds to myself
And | was tremendously excited just
now. You won't ask me why, will
you? You'll let me go ahead and
make fool Of myself in my own idi-
otic way and forgive me afterward
It's your promise, you know"
81 don't think you'll make a fool Of
yourself" said |. Little Miss Kelvin
is very charming girl l wish she
had better father"
Il am too well satisfied with Mr.. kel
vim just now to say anything disre-
spectful about him." responded Donald.
This conversation with him has taken
q great weight off my mind"
Remembering Kclvin's words, | could
not understand Donald's ground fol
satisfaction, but he was obviously very
much in earnest about it. My curios-
ity was piqued, yet | would ask no
questions. Still less would | offer al
vice, for | am ever slow to cloud the
bright day of youth with the gray coun
sells of age. Youth, as rule, lives life
honestly as it is, while grabbed, dis
satisfied age would thrust in Il poor
plan of its own contrary to natures.
SO turned the conversation into the
way of small things, and we went
home cheerfully to breakfast.
was at the factory until the middl,
of the afternoon, and when | came
home again | was surprised to see the
Kelvins' carriage alongside my veran-
da. Mrs. Kelvin was just alighting,
and Dorothy was giving her greeting.
They presented Il remarkable contrast
as they stood there together in the clear
light of the summer afternoon.
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looks as if her clothes and herself had
fought a great battle while she was
dressing and the clothes had got th.
better of it. They assert their superi.
Ority. She is not fond of flaring colors,
but she puts on too much of everything.
Trimming seems to stick out of her at
random, with the result that every
plain spot on her gown looks bare.
Dorothy's raiment is the handmaiden
Of her beauty, serving humbly and in
sweet simplicity. Her personality puts
n soul into her clothes. If it were not
too curious fancy, | could see her
gown falling away to Il mere bit Of
cloth when she takes it off.
The ways of the two women are like
their attire. Mrs Kelvin briStles. and
yet her manner is expensive as We
might say, for it cannot be had except
in the society of The wealthy. Il is
silk backed plush, but it is plush.
How do you do, Mr.. Harrington:"
said she, extending her hand upon 4
level with my chin. Il have come to
you for sympathy and assistance"
She laughed pointcdly in order tC
show that her language was intention
ally eXtravagant. | never liked those
utility laughs.
"NNhat is the troublc? | asked.
'It is a story of crime" she replied,
"a mysterious midnight robbery. Real
iy am heartbroken. They have stolen
my diamond collar a gift from Mr..
Kelvin and dear to me far beyond its
value. l don't suppose it is worth
more than $4,000, though, of course,
never asked him what he paid for it,"
81 am in a position to sympathiZe
with you" said |, "as you may be
aware. We have obtained no trace OF
the money that was taken from my