The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-12-14
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 .IIs. my dear. you shouldn't have done this. No, no.''
 But the pinch was 50 severe this win ter that Crunden gave in. He was proud of Lj3zie for her miser-tricks- srd he consented to be debtor to his child. as well as to the bank, for tenn porary convenience- Thus the money which should have been carried to Sell kirk, the draper. found its way to the yard;. and there cleared the paysheet Of the lessened stan for considera- blo number of weeks.
 However. this cheating Of Selkirk was not a matter which Miss Crunden could talk about with papa's clerk. She must permit Mir. Jack to suppose. If he ulxa sed. that her old frocks were new frocIks: and that she had been buying them in all tfnts of the rainbow. ex- cept blue
 herseif in some staunch old brown and vent for a long walk. The day was bright and windIess-just cold enough Co make all healthy folk enjoy fast walking. Even in the bright sunshine no one would have noticed that her brown fur boa, her brown coat, and skirt were three-year-olders.-- looked almost as good as new. No one would have noticed that the brown toque and the brown gloves were so much younger-quite as good as new. The gold bangle on her wrist was Of course brand-new.
 She went down as far as the bridge; saw the sunshine flashing and shaking on the muddy water, a wagon full of beer from the brewery. Miss Hope on horseback with a flushed face and dis arranged hair, squirming in the saddle to wiring the horse's back. while she whispered laughingly to Mr. Banker the riding master--saw indeed all that there was to be seen on the bridge; and turned and walked briskly up the hill.
 She walked fast and strong--feit she could now run and leap up the gentle slope instead of languidly crawling as in those old bad foolish days when Dr. Blake advised quick movement. And as with firm, light tread she passed by the corner of River View. she looked so pretty that all should have noticed it. There was colour in her cheeks, light in her eyes:--she looked slim. grace ful, and yet strong; noticeably the pret- tfest healthiest. best girl on the move in Medford that afternoon. Soon some- body did notice.
 It was Mir. Charles Padfield.
 aOh. say. How're you. Miss crun-
 MT. Padfieid was most beautifully dressed. His overcoat was of shag- gy, heathery grey. immensely loose. of the top of the fashion. hanging in huge folds and bell-shaped skirts above trousers of the same fabric: his cap wasf of gigantic size; and his white silk stock bubbied and buiged like a monstrous batter-pudding beneath his chin. Fop1ike splendors made them selves more vaguely Nperceptibie--tur- quoise pin, tan leather wRistcoat. brass buttons. etc. He was a typical loafing son of the Hill, in his well-matured, fuil-blown glory.
 sswhich way you going?" He had stopped her-oniy by leaving the pave- ment could she have got round him. She had no choice but to bear with his vaeuous smiles and insipid courtesies. Hope you're all very we'll. Ripping -. Well, I'm of to Rudd's for cigar ettes That's where I must be going. But I'll walk with you a little way. N. How's old Jack7"
 His eyes were like gooseberries and almost as expressionless; his stupid face was pallid and puffy; his mouth was fishIike; his cigarette adhered to his lower lip so that he was at no trouble to remove it for conversation. The White Hart Hotel was telling on him: soon now Mir. Padfiefd would be overblown, altogether too ample and puffy-like MT. Lardner.
 "We never see old Jack"
 
 by her side. As she turned to the right and swung up Hill Rise. she was men- tally comparing her escort with Jack the new Jack, not the old Jack. Once Jack had resernbled this gorgeously attired loafer. It was a wonderful to the alert. thin, work ing Jack of the present time; and yet, in the past she had admired Jack be- cause of all these things that filled her with contempt for Mir. Charles Pad field. It had seemed admirable to be rich in fopperies. careless of toll as creature of some lofty ruling race. splendid idler. for whom life Is all hol- idaya Now if seemed as If fate had sent blown-out. vacuous. insipid Mir. Charles lounging across her path to let her discriminate once again very plainly between what Is sham and what Is solid.
 ''You walk too fast" They were halfway up Hill Rise and Mir. Charles was out of breath. Well. must be going. Walk a little way with you