The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1905-09-08
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oeLcH8en Jones, Butte. Mont:
May 1 marry and tu:n III pro. >rty over
70 wife, provided she WI! IN =" ire7
MONTGOMERY BR' VSTER.
why isn't that rcnsonl., ?, he
| asked himself after The boy had gone
Making property over to ones wife
Is neither loan nov Is It charity. Old
Jones might call Ii nC"Glcsx extrava-
gancs, since he's n bachelor, but It's
generally done because it's good bust
ness Monty was hopeful.
Following his habit in trouble he
sought Margaret Gray, to whom he
could always appeal for advice and
consolation. She was to come TO his
next dinner party, and it was easy to
lead up to the subject in hand by men,
tioning the other guests.
And Barbara Drew" he concluded
after naming all the others. They
were alone In the library, and she was
drinking in the details of the dinner
rs he related them.
wasn't she at your first dinner?"
she asked quickly.
lie successfully affected mild embar-
rassment.
YES"
She must he very attractive" There
was no venom in Peggy's heart.
She Is attractive. In fact, she's one
or the best. Peggy" he said, paving the
way.
IT'S too bad she seems to care for
that little duke"
Hes bounder," he argued.
wei, don't take 1t to heart. You
don't have to marry him." And Peg
gy laughed.
But do take it to heart, Peggy"
sald Monty seriously. I'm pretty hard
nit, ana l want your help A sisters
advice is always the best in n matter
Of this sort"
She looked into his eyes duly for an
instant. not realizing the full impor-
tancc Of his confession.
You, Monty?" she said incredulously.
I've got it bad, Peggy" he replied,
staring hard Mt the floor. She could
not understand the cold gray tone that
suddenly envelopcd the room. The
strange sense Of loneliness that came
over her was ineXplicablc. The little
something that rose In her throat
would not be dislodged. nor could she
throw off the weight that seemed press
Ing down upon her. He saw the odd
look in her eyes and the drawn, uncer-
tain smile on her lips. but he attribut-
ell them to wonder and incredulity.
Somehow after all these years he was
transformed before her very eyes. She
was looking upon n new personality.
He was no longer Montgomery the
brother. but she could not explain how
and when the change crept over her.
What did 1t all mean? II am very
glad IL it will make you happy, Mon
ty." she said slowly, the gray In her |
lips giving way to red once more.
docs she knowi"
II haven't told her In so many
words, Peggy. but-but I'm going to |
this evening" he announced lamely.
Ca'u WaI.. -'I.~..-. ------
to so. I'm glad you're pleased, Peg
gy. 1 need your good wishes. And.
Peggy" he continued, with touch Of
boyish wistfulness, "do you think |
there's chance for fellow? I've had |
1t was not quite easy for her to say:
monty, you are the best in the world.
Go In and win"
From the window she watched him
swing off down the street. wondering |
IL he would turn to wave his hand to |
her. his custom for years. But the |
broad back was straight and uncom-
promising. His long strides carried |
him swiftly out Of sight, but 1t was
many minutes before she turned her |
eyes, which were smarting, little |
from the point where he was lost in
the crowd. The room looked ashen to
her as she brought her mind back to
1t, and somehow things had grown diff
ferent.
When Montgomery reached home he
found this telegram from Mr.. Jones:
Montgomery Brewster. New York City:
Stick to your knitting. you fool.
8. JONES.