The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1908-10-17

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Sixth. Not that I am mercenary-not
at all. But it had been some time
since 1 seriously considered marrying.
and, after all, thought, why not con-
slider it now, and, as long as was Sc
lecting wife, why not pick out one
of these six girls? They were all
beautiful and accomplished. And
why not" l asked myself. while l
am about it, make it that one of the
Agathas, whose title was the honor
able, with twenty millions?" Twenty
millions, when you think OF 1t, ought
to keep a careful man comfortable
for life, and Vincent was smart
enough-let him look out for himself.
And thus / decided not to tell him
of my discovery.
We spent the evening Of that day
each according to his fancy-Vincent
playing tag and blind-man's bun with
four of the girls, while the fifth played
on the piano. and in the next room
reading Edmund Burke's speeches
aloud while my adored Agatha Sixth
did fancy-work She really did every
thing very well. Finally Vincent and
I took our leave, and when we were in
our own rooms and Vincent had
wrapped himself in my favorite bath
robe and appropriated my armchair,
l was almost tempted to tell him all
about it. Just as was about to begin
he spoke.
Arch. my boy" he said-a disre-
spectful method of address, by-the-way,
but let him proceed-"Arch, my boy,
do you know l like that girl, Agatha
First? She's a true sport, and that
plump little one with the blue eyes
is pace-setter."
Agatha Third, you mean?" l asked.
81 was not aware that you had got any
further than our introduction with
her."
"Oh, yes," said Vincent, as though
1t were the easiest thing in the world:
Il told fortunes with her all after
noon and played tag with her most Of
the evening yesterday"
Really, Vincent" said sarcastical-
ly, that fortune-telling game of yours
is little old. Can't you find some
thing new"
What's the use. so long as it
works." he replied. watching the
smoke from that nasty pipe of his curl
upward to the ceiling. But tell you
what" he pursued, reflectively, that
girl with the fair hair who played the
piano, Agatha Fourth, she's a stun
ner."
Upon my word. Vincent" expostu-
lated. where do you find time for so
many of them at once? Doesn't
Agatha First feel neglected."
Il suppose So" replied the young in
solent, but l can't help that. I'm
going to give them all a whirl-but
Arch'bald"-he was getting sleepy and
his pipe had gone QUIT really do
like red hair best"
Il don't know what you are talking
about" l said, mpatiently-"but, Vim
cent. want to tell you something. I've
made a discovery"
What is it?" he said, without the
slightest interest, and / changed my
mind again.
Nothing" l said. I've forgotten
what it was"
Vincent rose, and, stretching him.
self nightly. went toward his own
room. At the door he turned and
| smiled one of the smiles he does moi
often give to men. and / felt that this
one was not meant for me.
I've made discovery, too, Arch,
| he said.
l stared at him in amazement, won
dering what was coming.
What's that?" l asked.
I've discovered that Miss Marsh's
eyes are gray. as gray as stars" he
said, only half aloud, and disappeared
into his room.
(TO BE CONTINUED)