Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1907-04-18

hgure ana WNtcnpd IL disappear INTO
the Main street door Of the National
House AS the door closed he became
aware of mighty shadow upon the
pavement and, turning, beheld II fat
young man wearing upon his forehead
scar similar to his own waddling by.
with eyes fXed upon him.
How are you, Norbert p Joe began.
"Dont you remember me? n He
came to n full stop AZ the fat one,
thrusting out an under lip as his only
token of recognition, PASSED balefully
on.
Joe proceeded slowly until he came
to the Tocsin building. At the foot of
the stairway leading up to the Offices
he hesitated for Il few moments. Then
he turned away and walked toward
the quieter part OF Main street. Most
of the people he met took no notice OF
| him, only two or three giving him sec
ond glances Of half cognlzance. es
though he reminded them Of come one
they could not place. and It was not
until he had come near the Pike man
sion that he saw a full recognition IN
! knew ana who had known him In his
boyhood in the town. lady, turning
n corner looked up carelesSly aud then
half stopped within 2 few feet Of him
rs If startled. loe's cheeks went a
sudden crimson, for 1t was the lady Of
his old dreams.
| AS she came to her half stop Of sur
I CT oil he t,,
two hands and, lifting his hat, stepped
| to her side.
"You-you remember mei" lie STAN
mered,
"Yes," she answered, a little breath
lessly.
"Ah, that's kind Of you"' he cried
! and began to walk on with her uncon-
sciously. 81 feel like a returned ghost
wandering about-invisible and unrec-
ognized SO few people seem to re
member me-"
! 81 think you are wrong. I think
| you'll find everybody members you"
she responded unessly.
| "No; I'm afraid not" be began. 'I''--
She interrupted him. They were not
!
Their standing in the yard directing 4
painter who was at work on one Of the
cast iron deer. The Judge was appar-
emily in good spirits. laughing with the
workman over some Jest between
them. but that did not lessen NAMES
nervousness.
M. Loudeu." she said in as kindly
tone az she could Il shall have to ask
you not to walk with me. My father
would not like it,
Joe stopped with jerk.
''Why. II thought Id 60 in and
shake hands with hlm-and tell him
r.
Advertisement that partook OF terror
and of awe spread itself instantly upon
her face.
Good gracious" she cried. NO
VERY we'll" said Joe humbly. Good
by"
Joe gat him meditatively back TO
Main street and to the Tocsin building.
This time he did not hesitate, but
mounted the stairs and knocked upon
the door of the assistant editor
ooh" said Eugene. you've turned
up. have your"
1--WE come back to stay, Gene" said
Joe.
Bantry dropped his book. Exceed
ingly interesting" he said. IL suppose
you'll try to find something to do.
don't think you could get place here.
Judge pike owns the Tocsln, and
greatly fear he has a prejudice against
you"
IL expect he has" Joe chuckled.
somewhat sadly. But I don't want
newspaper work. I'm going to practice
law"
BY jove, you have courage, my fest
i've prodiga Vraiment!"
Joe cooked his head 10 one side with
his old look Of the friendly puppy.
You always did like to talk that novel
city way, Gene, didn't you?" he said
ilnpersonally,
Eusene's color rose. Fave you
saved up anything to starye on?' he
asked crisply.
"Oh, I'm not SO badly of. I've had a
salary in an Office for year, and had
one pretty good day ut the races
You'd better go back and have an
other" said his stepbrother. You don't
seem to comprehend your standing In
Canaan"
I'm beginning to-" Joe turned TO
the door. ITS funny, too. in a way.
Well, l won't keep. you any longer.
Just stopped in to say good day" He
paused, faltering.
"All right, all right" Eugene said
brskly. And, by the way. l haven't
mentioned that | saw you in New
York"
"Oh, didn't suppose that you
would"
And you needn't say anything about
it, I fancy"
81 don't think" siid Joe--'I don't
think that you need be afraid III do
that Goodby."
'Be sure to shut the door please. It's
rather noisy with it open. Goodhy.'
Eugene waved his hand and sank back
upon the divan
Joe went across the street to the M
tioual House, The sagcs fell as silent
as If he had been Martin Pike. Joa
had begun TO write his name in the
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