Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1910-01-12

there?" she called.
It's l." replied Philip. Hello! Are
you here?"
YES" confusedly "I-er-I was fix
ing up the room. 4 did not expect
you"
The girl came forward, walking
rather unsteadily. Il don't feel well, >
she said. 1T is a sort of dizziness"
She put her hand to her eyes.
You're weak and faint" exclaimed
Philip. You must sit down."
Jenny sat down obediently.
HAS Joe Caffrey been here?" asked
Philip.
NO"
HE wants to see me-"
Jenny sighed family.
want blanket around your
mo; I'm too hot already. Maybe
have fever" She held out her hand.
Your hand is warm" said Philip
"but it seems all right to me-"
He drew up a chair and sat down
at her side.
I'm so unhappy. Phil" murmured
Jenny. "What can l do? Tell me,
Phil. You're the only one l can turn
to. and-oh, it's awfully hard"
81 know, Jenny, but
give tried to do right, haven't 1?
I've taken any old kind Of work, and,
God knows. So a week isn't much for
a girl who's lived as l have. Why, S.
a day wouldn't pay for the flowers l
used to get. Haven't I come down
and lived and worked in this rotten
place and never kicked?"
Indeed you have. Jenny You've
been fine" said Philip earnestly.
Sometimes | ask myself what's the
use of being decent. Who cares?"
"We all care"
Jenny smiled wistfully. do you
care. Phil? l did it all for you"
'You did it because it was right,
Jenny" he said gravely, but he felt
vaguely uncomfortable under her
pleading eyes.
phil" she went on, ''you don't know
how hard my work is. This gold dust
stuff seems to eat right into me, and
l can't get it off. See here" and she
showed him the marks.
He gazed at the gilt marks on her
neck and spoke sympathetically to her
Jenny interrupted him.
phil, do you ever think of the old
days, before was married? You said
| was pretty"
"You were pretty" he answered I'm.
steadily, "and-and you are pretty"
How his pulses throbbed!
"Yes?" she frightened. And. Phil
you kissed me once. l remember what
you said"
What did say?' he faltpced.
'You said my lips were the sweet
est things you ever tasted"
He rose in agitation.
II must go, Jenny" he said. CT
can't wait"
mot yet, Phil" she begged, and
swiftly changing the ground of hel
attack, she spoke of her life with sucI
humble sadness that Philip, touched
and treasured, sat down again. L
seemed, she said, as if an evil staI
hung over her Why should George
have been killed? If he had beer
spared her everything would hav,
BEEN different. And if they hadn'
taken away her little baby and let
die then still she would have ha,
something to live for. Her voice brok
as she spoke of her baby. And i
that selfish woman hadn't left he
husband alone then, perhaps evel
then, she would have kept straight
But things had been too hard for hel
She hadn't had a fair chance, and
She turned to Philip with her Who'll
soul in her eyes. Tell me, Phil, d
you think me wicked girl?"
mo, Jenny. IL don't"
"Oh, thank you" she cried.
''Sit closer to me-here. People ge
lonely, don't they. Phil?"
Her eyes were burning on him.
| "Ye-es."
"And want to be loved, don't they?
IL suppose So"
"And-Sometimes petted?
He could not speak; be could onl
look at her, at her swimming eyes an
her red. half parted lips. She tren
bled with the love that scars and sears
but will have its way. For a momen
she met his eyes and then with swift
passion caught him in her arms.
Il love you!" she cried passionately
"Oh, how love your
She kissed him full on the lips agai
and again, and he returned her kisse.
Then at this moment of peril-the1
suddenly some power in him cleare
his brain, and in flash of sober visio
he saw Margaret, his Margaret, loob
inc Of him with crrnro ronronf LIZ