Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1904-07-14

OF MONEY.
of the disparity in dollars, by the lady's
consciousness of a certain heart fail
ure and by the determined guard kept
by Sir Aubrey and the noble baron.
These two gentlemen had so far re-
membered the repose that stamps the
caste of the De Veres as to snub Sc
verely the aspiring young artist. But
this is an age when india ink is might
Ter than blue blood, and Mr.. Warren
Page boarded these insults in his heart
until, like Mr.. Zogbaum, he was pre-
pared to draw things with pencil"
On a certain morning in September,
when the sea was shifting from sap
phire to emerald and the sky was one
blue rebuke to those who would revile
the climate of Devon, there came to
Elizabeth a sketch that aroused wrath
in her gentle soul. In the background
was venerable castle, decidedly the
worse for centuries of wear, and the
rayages that time had made on its
walls were being repaired with round
and radiant American dollars. Occupy
ing prominent place in the fore
ground was the figure of Sir Aubrey,
and occupying prominent position in
the face of Sir Aubrey was his patri-
clan proboscis. The eyes were lack
luster, the mouth was wavering line,
and the forehead was of retiring ma
ture, but the artist had spent his best
efforts on the woman in the scene.
Beautiful in its willowy grace, but with
a suggestion of utter WEAKNESS, was
the form of the young creature whose
face was that of Elizabeth. There was
a sadness about the proudly cut mouth,
a bitter regret in the dreamy eyes. The
tears were not far away as the flesh
and blood Elizabeth read the line be-
meath:
Oh, there's nothing half SO sweet in life
as loves young dream!
She thought of the garden party
where Mr.. Page had done his manly
best to secure her undivided attention
and where she, with a slight dread Of
the inevitable hour, had objected to
tete-a-tete and had continued to absorb
the CLASSY admiration bestowed by Sir
Aubrey's glances. She had been cold
and Sir Aubrey had been colder to the
youthful artist, and, behold, the better
man had taken inky vengeance
sits too bad of Mr.. Page Elizabeth
said in anger. But she looked at the
slender, stately girl, and pleased dim
pie came in her right cheek. She
looked at the grim form of Sir Aubrey,
and yawn widened her dainty mouth.
The more she considered the woman
in the picture the more kindly she
thought of the artist who had dealt so
tenderly with her beauty. The more
she considered the figure of Sir Aubrey
the greater fatigue she experienced.
But when she regarded the good Amer
lean dollars that were making strong
the Welsh habitation she rebelled
against such use of her country's silver
and thought that more diamonds were
rather to be chosen than an old name
When a second parcel came directed
in that bold yet delicate handwriting
she opened it almost as eagerly as if it
had contained hat from Virot. The
sketch was entitled Europe to Amer
ica,' and in audaeity it excelled Mr..
Pages former production. 1t depicted
once more an exceedingly attractive
maiden who bore a startling resem-
blance to Miss Thorne At her feet
knelt two grotesque figures, in which,
however, might be seen fatal likeness
to Sir Aubrey and that worthy Teuton,
| the Baron Won Reisen. Each gentle
man was extending battered coronet
and beneath the picture was the legend
you pays your money and you takes
| your choice"
ut is very insolent of him to insinu-
ate that my fortune is the only attrac
ton. And yeta yet the girl isn't
ugly
Three days afterward Mr.. Hiram
| Thorne came down to the Devonshire