Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1904-07-08


THE TRUTH Is THAT I'VE LOST A PILE
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 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
ravages 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 a 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 Il retiring ma
ture, but the artist had spent his best
efforts on the woman in the scene
Beautiful in it's willowy grace, but with
suggestion of utter WEAKNESS. was
the form of the young creature whose
face was that of Elizabeth. There was
y sadness about the proudly cut mouth,
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 a
tete-a-tete and had continued to absorb
the CLASSY admiration bestowed by Sir
Aubreys glances. She had been cold
and Sir Aubrey had been colder to the
youthful artist, and, behold, the better
man had taken inky vengeance.
Its too bad of Mr. Page Elizabeth
said in anger. But she looked at the
slender, stately girl, and a 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 II
had contained hat from Virot. The
sketch was entitled Europe to Amer
ica," and in audacity it excelled Mr.
Pages former production. 1t depicted
once more an exceedingly attractive
maiden who bore a startling resem
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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 a battered coronet
' and beneath the picture was the legend
! "You pays your money and you take.
u your choice"
:, at Is very insolent Of him to insinu
=. ate that my fortune is the only attrac
= ton. And yet-ald yet the girl ISM
: ugly"
4 Three days afterward Mr.. Hiram
Thorne came down to the Devonshir'
t village, and Elizabeth saw that some
" thing had happened.
!
keep trouble from a cute woman Xix
d you. The truth is that I've lost pill
e Of money. Pm not quite sure about
q yet, but there is very little hope w
e won't be beggars, for I'll save abou
$4,000. But we'll have to go HON
= and live quietly in some pretty littl
a town in New York state instead of hay
n ing high old time. But | may pic
1t up again, and there's no use kicking.
> "pm awfully proud of you, daddie,
Il said Elizabeth, with slight catch i
8 her voice. you're hero even if 20
ia weren't at San Juan"
q WELL" said Hiram composedly,
guess an American can be as cool q
!. the next one."
n Have you told any one in London
. asked Elizabeth.
q 81 told Lord Bromley at the club las
night, and he acted like a trump. Bu
!. of all the 'cads,' as the English ca
!, Them that l ever met those two goo
for nothing creatures that were han.
h ing round you for two months are til
" worst. They happened to be near m,
and | thought the only square thin
was for. me to tell them all about i
1t was like taking a trip to the mort
:, pole. They froze me up completed,
:, and | came near knocking that col
- founded glass into Sir Aubrey's eye,