Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1907-09-05

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Mrs. Briggs collapsed into the near
est chair, For the first time in her
, life speech failed her. She glared
wildly az her niece,
"And what about Bob Malcolm, who
loves you 10 Distraction
'Yes, think he does, and | would
rather be loved by him than by any
one ! ever knew, am really very
fond OF Robert"
Then why don't you marry him"
Il cannot AFFORD Il; he Is too poor.
and ! hate poverty; have lived in an
atmosphere of II all my life. | want
a soft, calm, luxurious existence, jew
els, dresses, motor cars. boxes az the
opera, a house in New York. trips TO
London, Paris"
And what sort OF an adjunct do
you think old Rube Pedelty would be
TO that soft. calm eXlstence2" inter.
rupted her eNasperated aunt. "A nice
tigger he'd cut in motor car or opery
box. don't believe single person
in the Gulch ever spoke TO the old
freak-until he struck II rich, I'm
sorry took the critter to board; amt
you never noticed the way he eats?
He ANT 50 no more manners than a
Choctaw"
Lily laughed softly. Il won't have
TO see much of him after We're mar.
ried. Aunt Hetty. That's one of the
benefits Of riches, We can each live
our own life almost Independently of
the other"
"Oh, Lord" exclaimed Mrs. Briggs;
and only last week. when you went
part way up the trail with Bob, and
was coming back, you both turned and
threw kisses at each other. / saw Il
all from this very window"
But If we got married the chances
are we'd be throwing the crockery at
each other before year" replied Lily,
YEARLY. Il know it's the fashion TO de.
plore amarriage without love; from my
own observation know that one
without money is fifty times worse 1t
entails constant companionship, and
that is deadly foe to loves young
dream"
It's living in this high altitude that
has affected you. Lily Farrell Your
ideas are all wrong; a marriage with
out love leads to misery, shipwreck
and lifelong regret. Love is the best
thing in the world"
who would suspect you of being
so sentimental Aunt Hetty, and mar
ried three times, too, never thought
you blissfully happy with either of
your husbands"
mo, amt had no kind Of luck with
husbands-so far" admitted Mrs.
Briggs. Miners consumption, acct
dents and bad whisky makes life very
uncertain in mining camp, But
young Malcolm is healthy, and amt
got no bad habits, either He's a
man that's bound to win, and besides,
you're engaged to him."
Engagements are not taken seri.
ously in Colorado" returned her
niece.
Long after her niece had retired for
the night, Mrs. Briggs sat by the open
window, thinking, planning, resolving.
shes only ambitious, not wicked"
Aunt Hetty murmured to herself.
No, it would never do; she's dead in
love with Malcolm, and that old Pc
delty'll seem doubly repulsive by con
trast, I'd be justified in preventing
it by fair means, or foul Some one'l
snap the old fossil up for his money,
anyway believe it's the only way"
Aunt Hetty greeted her niece with
: an indulgent smile when the latter
made her belated appearance in the
| deserted dining-room next morning.
Here's your breakfast, dear, nice
and hot l believe I'll take a cup OF
coffee with you, feel rather done uD,
! so l engaged James sister to come
and help me out for a week or so.
/ I've been thinking over our last
nights talk" she continued. "Aa
! you've made up your mind to marry
old Rube Pedelty, l don't expect
there's anything in this living world
that can let or hinder you. But you'll
need some new clothes, as you intend
to start right off on your wedding trip
and | won't have it said that niece
of mine was beholden to any man un
til she married him. So here's 5000
/ pressing the money into the aston
ished girls hand.
"That'll get a nice tailor made tray
cling suit, and all the other fal-lals
you need. You'll have time to catch
the morning stage, and that will give
you two whole days in Denver; time
enough for any alterations that NAY
be necessary, and get back Friday
afternoon" Aunt Hetty never lost
sight of the excited and delighted cir
until she was safely on board the Den
yer stage.
Mrs. Briggs exchanged her plair
wrapper for becoming blue linen
suit, which she selected from her
niece's wardrobe. With the helm OF
curling tongs her still abundant hail
was arranged in a fluffy pompadour.
Makes a deal of difference" she
considered complacently surveying
her reflected image in the glass. "A
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