Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1909-08-05

arranging her fluffy summer gown picturesqucly
ss she sat a9T with of 1N The b big @ sohr a IS
which matched her gown and her checks perfectly,
but before she opened the book she gave the neigh
man looking out upon his boyhood surroundings
with The new eyes OF extremely serious maturity
gaily rising from her chair.
1t was Miss Blanchard after all lie had been IN
her. lie shuddcrcd at tho memory of the dcradul
the picketfcncc that separated the lawns and in
an instant more would have been sprawled upon the
blanchard steps. He remembered this also with a
pang as ne lifted his hat and made dgnifcd bow
to her; then he walked scdatcly down the Gilman
path and OFT at the Gilman gate he walked scdatey
over to the Blanclard gate and opened It; he walked
Blanchard porch: where he deposited himself and his
rigid Prince Albert carefully upon chair after
a snYn v sbskf 5d hands mos, H9ey with the Bane
sa:so f saa"y 's should '' sc a3cslSS h a"s
I'VE all change. she aoemniy replied. through
ups tnat we're full and rcd and most dcliciously
Life-ai; life is mcrccss!"
a?s, he admitted pcnsvciy, we are always
He was twenty-five and feeling for mustachc: 50
thc weiFht OF advancing years lay heavily upon him
Nice blanchard reached over to lay her pink book
upon nc abourettc at her right hand and the book
mark tell out 1t was large, square crcam-nted
6n nye and very fat The address was in mans
he had lett behind him forever Miss Alice picked
s. s the et letter. but SIZE did not do it hastily blush
sacred thing TO be treated hippany. Already Miss
Blanchard had met her Fate. She woman
now with all the responsibilities and cares thar come
TO mature woman Of nineteen
Silence ensued They looked upon the pretty
suburban street with thoughtful eyes The sun was
excrting itself to the utmost to please, pleasant
breeze tlutercd the flashing green and white leaves
fully kept beds both ds aof the IN
nGddns their bright heads happily Oh, well, these
f tn though doubtless pleasant trvia,cs,
1cr the young tor those who had yet arrived at
an age where life and its tremendous problems bear
heavily down.
NJ, 1T must must be fine to be. man." presently sighed
and fight for fame and fortune"
ame he eeFpos eyes H For mel Their.
100 many OF the worlds greedy host after those
Miss Blanchard was startled but gave him instant
comprehension. She, too, was just back from col
"True," she sighed "How true"
LAS for myself" he went on, my die is cast
have already engaged to devote myself after short
period OF reposc with the good grandparents who
raised me- to the uplifting of humanity. Settlement
work IS to occupy my time henoeforth. l shall live
among the poor and lowly,, One-fourth of the in
needs and the rest shall devote to the regeneration
OF my less fortunate brothers"
His eye was calm but stern. He did not glow with
enthusiasm The Cause was not for boyisl
fervor 1t was mans serious, sober, solemn mission
that he was uYndcTtaking.,
"No!" he protested 1T is merely a debt that Our
family owes to humanity l consider is debt of my
lie was good ,nan-you knew hin,-but he was too
busy in his lifetime, trying place above want.
to consider the needy and 20 ofaieed and those
that abonds in iris ~o o'' conceive TIC misery
Miss Blanchard TUNED upon him large, wide eyes
that were deep and somber with sudden sorrow
Perhaps do, though" she replied softly. Our
e oo e ad M ass sne is e
Her eyes turned from him, in exp anation. to the
ao be evon Gag Gu' ro '
Pretty eyes, very blue indeed and full Of expTcssion
hair clustered about her white brow of the
golden shade that had let him stretch point to call
the tip OF pink revealed, Her checks were
rounded and creamy Her neck firm white:
sad ;oa shat that afi h: had
Grandfather and Grandmother Gilman were look
ing out OF the side window at them.
,,,"Look OF that. now!" said Grandfather Gilman:
a,lHone;ty, feel like wanted to paddle that boy!
test girl in Oakdaic with no more lie in him than
# she was sack Of potatoes. Did at his age, ever
Adam" retortcd Grandma Gilman, my distinct
recoeetion Is that at twenty-five you was the bis
She .pincrcd Grandfather Gilman's ear and he
The mailman came up the street Miss Blanchard
square, crcamtntcd envelope. Mr.. Gilman had fol-
lowed her.
Have you anything for me?" he asked the mail
"Mr. Hatred Joyce Gilman"
The mail Imam looked up with a start
"Why, hello Harry" he cried heartily and held
out his hand 81 didn't recognize you. How you
have grown! You'll be a man before you know tP
vince He kindly shook hands with links Powell.
links had shown him: away in the crude past, how
to make box kites and other useless things
"Thcres scarcely any change in you, Mr.. Powell,
he said with lofty graciousress. 1.-THE years treat
you very kindly indeed"
Getting gray--gray as a rat" And the mailman
ierkcd off his hat moment. "Let me see. You
asked about letter: I got one here. but hadn't
my idea that Hatred Joyce Gilman could be you"
"Ir take it, if you please" said the settlement
worker-and brother to all m ma grave
The mail man felt the rebuff keenly that he
-cnncd. The letter he hunted out was in a long.
~gal envelope 1t bore, printed in one corner. the
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