Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1907-12-23

deeply along material lines seem TO
smoke"
"Well. well let that go. But how
about thisFf He turned back few
pages and read: John Broderick had
loved when "a young man a girl who
lived In Vermont. but circumstances
separated them" He stopped and
stared at Shirley a moment, and then
he said Il loved a girl when was
lad and she came frsm Vermont. and
circumstances separated us. That isn't
coincidence. for presently you make
John Broderick marry young woman
who had money. I married a girl with
money"
Lots OF men marry for money" re-
marked Shirley.
II said with money. not for money"
retorted Ryder. Then. turning to the
book, he said: "Now. this Is what |
can't understand. for no one could
have told you this but / myself. Lis
ten" He read aloud: with all his
physical bravery and personal courage.
John Broderick was intensely afraid
OF death. II was on his mind con-
stantly.' Who told you thatT" he
demanded somewhat roughly. Il swear
I've never mentioned II TO a living
soul"
Most men who amaSS money are
afraid OF death" replied shirley with
outward compoSure. FOR death Is
about the only thing that can separate
them from their money"
Ryder laughed. but IL was hollow.
hooking laugh. neither sincere nor
hearty. 1t was a laugh such - the
devil may have given when driven out
Of heaven.
You're quite a character He
laughed again. and Shirley. catching
the infection, laughed too.
Its me and it isn't me-" went on
Ryder, hourishing the book. This
fellow Broderick is all right; he's sue
cessful and he's great. but / don't like
his finish"
ITS logical" ventured Shirley.
Its cruel" insisted Ryder.
$50 is the man who reverses the di-
vine law and hates his neighbor i'll.
stead of loving him." retorted Shirley.
She spoke more boldly. beginning to
feel more sure of her ground, and it
amused her to fence in this way with
the man of millions. So far, she
thought, he had not got the best of her
She was fast becoming used to him,
and her first feeling of intimidation
was passing away.
"Umw grunted Ryder. you're a
curious girl. Upon my word you inter
est mer lie took the mass of papers
lying at his elbow and pushed them
over to her. Here" he said, Il want
you TO make as clever book out of
this chaos as you did out Of your own
Imagination"
Shirley turned the papers over care
lessly.
80 you think your life is a good ex-
ample to follow? she asked, with a
tinge of nOny.
Isn't it?" he demanded.
The girl looked him square in the
face.
Suppose" she said, I'VE all wanted
10 follow it; suppose we all wanted tc
be the richest. the most powerful per
Bonage in the world:'
"We,l. what then?" he demanded.
Il think it would postpone the era O
the brotherhood of man indefinitely
don't your
~ never thought of it from tina
point of view" admitted the billoinairC
Really" he added. you're an eS
traordlnary girl Why, you cant b
more than twenty or So
I'm twenty-four or so" smiled Shil
ley.
Ryder's face expanded in broa
smile. He admired this girls pluc
and ready wit. He grew more amiabl
and tried to gain her confidence. In
coaxing tone he said:
Come. where Gid you get those d
taHs? Take me into your confidence
Il have taken you into my con.
dence," laughed Shirley, pointing at b
book. 1T cost YOU $1.50." Turnil
over the papers he had put before he
she said presently, Il don't know abe
this"
"You don't think my life would ma
good reading:" be asked, with Sol
asperity.
1T might" she replied slowly, as
unwilling to commit herself as to
commercial or literary value. IN
she said frankly: ITO tell you the b
est truth. / don't consider mere gem
in money making is sufficient provo,
zion for rushing into print You s
unless you come to bad end, it woJ
have 10 moral"
Ignoring the not very fattering
situation contained in this last spec
the plutocrat continued To urge her;
You can name your own price II y
viii 10 the work" be said 'IV
three or even five thousand dolla
It's only few months work"
Five thousand dollars" echC
shirley. That's lot of none
Smiling. she added: 1t appeals TO
commercial sense. But I'm afraid
subject does not arouse my enthusla
from an artistic standpoint"