Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1904-05-23

bright, but he might as Wen nave VIC"
tered the streets with his tears, which,
indeed when the farmers began to
come in, bringing their cyclones OF
dust, he drew nigh unto after burst
of profanity as futile as bis cart
''Tief vie das Nicer soil define Liebe SER"
humned the editor in the cottage. His
song had taken on a reflective tone, as
| that of one who cons a problem or
musically ponders which card to play.
| He was kneeling before an old trunk Ill
| his bedchamber. From one cOmpart-
ment he took a neatly folded pair OF
| duck trousers and a light gray tweed
| coat, from another a straw hat with a
ribbon of bright colors. He examined
these musingly. They had lain in the
| trunk for a long time undisturbed. He
| shook the coat and brushed it. Then he
laid the garments upon his bed and
proceeded to shave himself carefully,
! after which he donned the white trou-
sers, the gray coat and. rummaglng IN
the trunk again, found a gay pink era
! vat, which be fastened about bis tall
| collar (also a resurrection from the
trunk with pearl pin. He took long
time to arrange his hair with pair or
| brushes. When at last it suited nm
and his dressing was complete, he sal
lied forth to breakfast.
Xenophon stared after him as he went
out of the gate whistling heartily. The
old darky lifted his hands, palms out
ward.
Lam name, who dat?" he exclaimed
aloud. s'Who dat in dem panjingeries
He gone jine de circusv His hands
fell upon his knees, and he got to his
feet automatically, shaking his head
with foreboding. "Honey, honey, MI
bald luck, bald luck sing TO breakfus'
Trouble TO de day be done. Trouble
honey. great trouble. Bald luck, balC
! luckw
Along the square the passing of th'
editor in his cool equipments was
progress. and wide were the eyes ant
deep the gasps of astonishment cause(
by his festal appearance. Mr.. TlDD
: and his sister rushed from the post
: Office to stare after him.
l He looks just beautiful, Solomon
: said Miss Tibbs.
2 HAIRLESS usually ate his breakfas
e alone. as he was the latest riser 1
t PlattvilIe. There were days in I'd
e winter when he did not reach the note
t | until 8 o'clock. This morning he toun
e q bunch Of white roses still wet VIII
e dew and so fragrant that the Whol
:. room was fresh and sweet with the
odor, prettily arranged in a bowl o
k the table, and at his plate the large'
S of all with pin through the stem. ID
If looked up smilingly and nodded at Il
lie red faced, red haired waitress who VIZ
ID waving long fly brush over his hea
s Thank you, Charmion," he sal
That's very pretty"
ID THAT old Mr.. Windy was here" 81
le answered, land be left word for you
lg look out. The whole possetucky
th Johnsons from the Crossroads pass
his house this mOrnin', comm IL
ue way, and he see Bob Skillet on {
square when he got to town. He lie
u them flowers. Mrs. Windy sent 'em
ue We. didn't bring 'em."
Thank you for arranging them"
She turned even redder than she
ways was and answered nothing, v
orously darling her brush at an inns
mary fly on the cloth. After seve
minutes she said abruptly, You're W
=, come"
- There was a silence, finally bros
by long, gasping sigh. Astonish
'S'0 he looked at the girl. Her eyes W
bls set unfathomably upon his pink
The wand had dropped from her ner
less hand, and she stood rapt and
movable. She started violently II
ane her trance. "Ain't We goin' to nm
us yer coffee?" she asked, plying her
"a strument again, and, bending sign
au whispered, Say, Eph Watts Is o
~, there behind ye."
At table in a far corner or the II
a large gentleman in a brown ii
coat was quietly eating his break
and reading the Herald. BE was Of