Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1905-05-15

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you can. 1t may be the means OF
bringing us more business. What l
say to you l shall expect you to con-
slider professional secret, and hope
you will make good use of your time
when with this young friend of yours
and heed well what l have said to
you"
That ended the interview, and Albert
was set at work copying legal docu-
ments and at the same time trying to
reconcile himself to his new surround
ings. That night he wrote to Alice:
Il have hired out to most unmitigat-
ed old scoundrel and yet one of the
sharpest lawyers l ever met. He as
sured me | must lay aside my con-
science if l mean to succeed, and hint
ed that he might use me later on as
sort of spy, upon Frank, l imagine.
He employs a stenographer of uncer-
tain age, who comes in and takes die
tation and does her work outside. The
only stupid thing he has said was to
warn me not to firt with her.
Then he wrote to his friend Frank,
telling him where he was located,
thanking him for his assistance and
begging him to call at an early date.
After that he smoked for an hour In
glum silence. His room was small
and cheerless and in comparison with
his home quarters a mere den. But 1t
! was a question of saving, and the lux
ury of space even he could not afford.
! There is no more lonesome place in
the wide world than a great city to
one born and bred amid the freedom
of the wide fields and extended wood
lands, as Albert had been, and now that
he was shut in by brick walls all day
and imprisoned in one small room at
night, with a solitary window opening
on an area devoted to ash barrels and
garbage, it made him hOmesick.
He was dreamer by nature and
loved the music of running brooks, the
rustling Of winds in the forest and the
song of birds. The grand old noun
tains that surrounded Sandgate had
been the delight of his boyhood, and to
fish in the clear streams that tumbled
down through narrow gorges and
wound amid wide meadows or in the
lily dotted millpond his pastime. He
had the artists nature in him also and
loved dearly to sketch a pretty bit of
natural scenery, cascade in the brook
or a shady grotto in the woods. He
loved books, flowers, music, green
meadows, shady woods and fields white
with daisies. He had been reared
among Kind hearted honest, God fear
. | Inc %Hafrs
doors at night and who believed in and
lived by the Golden Rule. The selfish
, and distrustful life of a great city, with
, its arrogance and wealth and vanity
, OF display, was not akin to him, and to
. put himself at the beck and call of
, mercenary and utterly Inscriptions
t old villain, as he believed Frye to be,
was gall and bitterness. For two
, weeks he worked patiently, hoping each
day that the one and only friend the
city held for him would call, passing
: his evenings, as he wrote Alice, lin
reading, smoking and hating myself a
, little and Frye a good deal"
He had hesiRted to write Frank in
: the first place, disliking to ask favors,
but it could not be helped and now he
, began TO feel that his friend meant to
ignore him. This humiliating conclu-
sion was growing to a certainty and
Albert feeling more homesick than ever
: when one afternoon while he was, as
| usual. hard at work in Frye's Office
Frank came in.
: Pray excuse me- old man." remark
cd that youth briskly after the first
t greetings, for not calling sooner, but
] was of on my yacht about the time you
: came, and then I ran down TO New
York to take in the cup races. You see
: I'm so busy l do not get any time to
D myself. / want you to come over tc
D the club and lunch with me today, and
we can talk matters over.'
8 You will kindly excuse me-" replied
e Albert Il have a, lot of work cut out
i and am only allowed one hour fol
7 lunch. Can't you come around to my
z room tonight and have smoke talk z.