Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1905-02-27

UecfSe, 90 pity me. Dont-don't think
I'm like the rest of the world, for I'm
not L hunger for better things, higher
things, but in this case | really don't
know what to do"
"Then''-he took a deep breath. as if
trying to fertify himself against a
coming blow-''then you are engaged
to TelfareT'
NO; L am not, George. Don't-don't
question me so closely. I am not hap
Ply. p
But he looks upon this affair to-
night as favorable to his suit. Is that
not true?''
He may, George, but 1 really don't
know what to do
Buckley was as pale as a corpse. He
brushed his brow with a quivering
hand.
God knows 1 have nothing to offer
you, he said in q low tone. And it
was wrong for me to thrust myself on
you as l have done tonight. Your
friends will laugh at me for my des-
peration, but / don't care. GoOdby.
1 shall never trouble you again"
ooh, George'-but he had turned and
was walking away in the darkness.
She stifed grOan Of pain, and then
went into the house She saw her
mother and Mrs. Dunleigh in the draw
ing room under the prismatic chande-
der in close conversation, but she pass
ed on and assembled the stairs to the
SOON assigned to herself and Kitty.
The latter was christening her hair
btfore a pier glass and came forward,
her hands extended.
Don't let it worry you, dear" she
Baid simply.
Lydia made no reply, sinking, pale
and miserable, into a chair and cover
ing her face with her hands.
Il say, don't let it worry you,' said
Miss Cosby. But the whole thing
makes me fighting mad
"Mad?" said Lydia, looking up al
most hopefully at the unexpected out
burst.
Eyes, mad,' said Kitty. 'Why should
that young god of a man be kicked and
sneered at by our world, forced to
sneak around behind roSebushes mere
" to see the idol of his dreams step
into her carriage, while a half bald,
sallOw faced creature receives her un-
der palm trees, in the glare of electric
lights, in the perfume of costly flow
ers and amid the plaudits of squirm
ing. low necked, white shirted mass
of hero worshipers- WOrsh1pers
indeed! y when George Buckley, the
kind of hero we know, is left out in thu
cold?
ooh, Kitty, you are a darling!' Th'
color was running into Lydia's wal
face. Her eyes were cleaning as the.
had not cleaned that night. But pa
pa? What about him? what Woul'
you do about him?"
"What would 1 do about him? IL
make him change his pills. don
think he has any more heart d1seas
than have, and mine fiops as regula
as clock, except when George Bucf
lev comes near, with those big, dream
J. ewes of his Lydia Cranston, L tol
your mother I wasn't going to inf1uenC
you either way, but if George Buckle
wanted me like he wants you he coul
have me at the drop Of hat. Go
doesn't bring up real men in we've
lined cradles; he simply gives them I'll
| chance to bring themselves up. l kno
| where YOU stand tonight, Lydia. )
| cure in the joy of George Buckley
| | love- you are drifting away from
| You are in danger, my glrl-ln Gang
of losing the very thing you treasu
| above all else. You think you can OBJ
. | oil retain (ToOr;
i RuckIev's love, but as sure as raj
| while you are now all woman cou
be in his sight, if you degraded you
i self by marrying Telfare he "ou
Il gradually cease to love you and Wou
/ transfer his giant heart to some oth
woman. I'd hate to be second chol(
- but, as God is my judge Ia IKE
chance to make that man thorough
sa happy. What do care about MS Ia
or lily? Napoleon said he was the first
~. his name and George Buckley may
or the first of his
40 lydia looked up sharply and fixed
H. steady glance on the face of her frle1
You are actually in love with hin
INF she said. what right?"- She 81
is denly covered her face.
,on ooh. don't be a gooser' Kitty sa
inr "Weve got work to do before we
ar to bed. Your mother and Mrs. d
leigh are now rolling delightful N
500 sci of gossip under their tongues.
in can hear their mumbling voices.
,ir have an idea. I can't sleep unit
,no have rid their minds of the belief t
no George Buckley was hiding on
1ld lawn to catch sight of you. That's
ION sort of thing women love to circulf
If. Wait. I'll fix 'em, and then Well
,ck to bed"
oof Descending the stairs and enter
Inc, the drawing room a moment later,
lid. t. overheard Mrs. Cranston sayi
lot Eyes. that accounts for it. He was
his invited and was Simply jealous
dc desperate over not seeing her; so
ov stole into the grounds, and