The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1905-12-13

| changed" There was suggestion or
quaver In her voice. and the shadows
did not prevent him from seeing the
quick mist that fitted across her deep
eyes.
After all. it's easy work being mil
lionaire." he explained. "when you've
always had million dollar inclinations."
And nfty cent possibilities" she
added.
Really, though, III never get as
| much Joy out Of my abundant riches
| as I did out Of financial embarrass-
ments."
"But think how fine It Is, Monty, not
ever to wonder where your winters
overcoat is to come from and how
long the coal will last and all that"
''Oh, I never wondered about my
overcoats. The tailor did the wonder
ing. But I wish I could 60 on living
here Just as before. I'd heap rather
live here than at that gloomy place on
the avenue"
THAT sounded like the things you
used to SAY when We played In the
garnet. You'd a heap sooner do this
than that. don't you remember"
That's just why I'd rather live here,
Peggy. Last night fell to thinking Of
that old garnet. and hanged II some
thing didn't come up and stick in my
throat 50 tight that l wanted to cry.
How long has 1t been since we played
up therey Yes, and how long has 1t
been since l read Oliver Optic to you,
lying there in the garnet window while
you sat with your back against the
wall. your blue eyes as big as dollars?"
"Oh, dear me, Monty, 1t was ages
ago-twelve or thirteen years, at
least she cried, soft light in her
eyes.
I'm going up there this afternoon to
see what the place Is like" he said ca
gerly. And, Peggy, you must come
too. Maybe can find one Of those
Optic books, and we'll be young
again"
Just for old times sake" she said
impulsively. you'll stay for luncheon
too"
'Ill have to be at the-no, l won't
either. DO you know. l was thinking
had to be at the bank at 1890 to let
Mr.. Perkins 60 out for something to
eat? The millionaire habit isn't SO
firmly fixed as l supposed" After
moments pause, in which his growing
seriousness changed the atmosphere.
he went on haltingly, uncertain Of his
position, 1.-THE incest thing about hay
Ing all this money Is that-that-we
won't have to deny ourselves nything
after this" 1t did not sound very tact
full, now that It was out, and he was
compelled to scrutinize rather lntently
a familiar portrait In order to maintain
an air Of careless assurance. She did
not respond to this venture. but he felt
that she was looking directly into his
sorely tried brain. We'll do any
amount Of decorating about the house.
and-and you know that furnace has
been giving us lot Of trouble for two
or three years. He was pouring out
ruthlessly when her hand fell gently
ON his own, and she stood straight and
tall before him, an odd look in her
eyes.
"Don't-please don't 90 on, Monty"
she said very gently, but without wa
vering. Il know what you mean. You
are good and very thoughtful. Monty.
but you really must not"
why. what's mine is yours he be-
gan.
Il know you are generous, Monty,
and l know you have a heart. You
want US TOTO take some of your mon
ey." 1t was not easy to say 1t. and as
Tor Monty, he could only look at the
floor. I'VE cannot, Monty, dear. You
must never speak of 1t again. Nam
ma and had feeling that you would
do it; but. don't you see, even from
you it is an offer Of help. and it hurts
Don't talk like that Peggy" he i'm.
plored.
1T would break her heart II you Of
fered to give her money In that way
She'd hate 1t, Monty. 1t Is foolish, per
haps, but you know we can't take your
money"
Il thought you-that you-oh, this
knocks all the Joy out Of itr he burst
out desperately.
Dear Montyr'
Lets talk 1t over. Peggy. You dom
understand" he began, dashing al
,, what he thought would be a break II
!, her resolve.
"Don'tv' she commanded. And In hel
blue eyes was the hot dash he had fell
, once or twice before.
He rose and walked across the door
back and forth again and then stood
} before her. smile on his llps-a rath
, er pitiful smile, but still smile. There
were tears In her eyes as she looked
at him.
TITS a COMPOUNDED puritanical preju
} dice. Peggy" he said In futile protest
land you know it."
: you have not seen the letters that
came for you this morning. They're
. on the table over there" she replied
ignoring him.
He found the letters and resumed his
, seat In the window, glancing hall
heartedly over the contents of the a
velopes. The last was from Grant Z