The Holbrook news., 1910-01-28

added. 1t doesn't pay to keep any thing but blooded dogs"
 Well. my little dog was pretty nice" Burton insisted, and then wilt ed at Marcia's indifferent "Really?"
 Billy Bates. who with Mrs. Wells, had forged ahead. came back now, with the information: Here's a dog for you. Burton" He guided them to box where a bull terrier, with a blue ribbon In his collar, stood look ing out upon the yelping, barking, whining world. with the calm glance of thoroughbred.
 ''There!" Billy said, and fell back that Burton might look He has pedigree as long as your arm. all his points are perfect, and he's for sale. It's the chance of a lifetime"
 "Oh. you beautyi" Marcia cried. Her indifference was gone, her eyes spar kled. You beautyi"
 But Burton was not enthusiastic. There was something repellant in the snug selfconfidence of that short nosed dog. It was bad enough to have friend who looked down on you, and a valet who condescended to you, but to be burdened with dog whose pedi- gree was longer than your own would be unbearable"
 He tried to bluff it out "Oh, don't know" he said. I'm afraid I shouldn't want him in my rooms"
 T should want him anywhere" Marcia told him. He's a ducky dog, MT. Burton. You would love him in a week"
 But Burton knew he wouldn't love him. He knew that the snug little dog would keep him at a distance. and he would be out in the cold as he had always been with Billy's friends, and even with Billy.
 "Oh. I don't know." he hesitated again
 Marcia leaned over and took the dogs black muzzle in her gloved hand.
 "Old fellow" she said softly, and looked deep into his eyes, and his tail began to wag slowly. and his lips wrinkled back from his teeth in a grin of happiness.
 As they stood there together, the girl and the dog. Buron felt that they were two of kind, in that back of them both was prideful ancestry, and in both Of them ran patrician blood He was seized with an inspiration.
 Let me get him for you, Miss Mar cia." he said. The won't look at me after seeing you"
 "Oh, mo-" Marcia refused quickly; but her mother interposed: Tt is very kind of MT. Burton, dear, and we can take him down to Wellsboro with us next week."
 The brightness had all died out of Marcia's face, and her perfunctory thanks chilled the little fires of Bur tons hopes.
 But for every naughty withdrawal of her daughter. Mrs. Wells always made compensating advances. and now, as the tag made him the proper ty of Miss Marcia Wells, of Wellsboro, was tied about the neck of the snug little dog. Burton's dropping spirits were revived by the mothers tactful: | You have done so much for Marcia. | You mustn't mind if she is a bit over- powered"
 Now. she shouldn't feel that way" little Burton protested T like to do | things for her. Mrs. Wells. She is a | beautiful girl And Mrs. Wells said: We think so.'
 And then Burton bore them of radi- antly to lunch and they ate in great | dining room, and Bur ton ordered the grape fruit and the lobster Newburg and the chiffonate salad and the dainty wines, and tried to enter into the gossip of the elect.
 But Billy and Marcia talked only to each other; Marcia, composed out but glowing with some inner ire that lighted her eyes and tinged her cheeks with pink; Billy. express ng by every intonation of his lowered voice his adoration.
 And in the face of their preoccupa- ion, Burton grew more and more de- 'pondent as the courses progressed, until Mrs. Wells made a remark that 'ent the blood singing to his heart:
 We want you to come to Wells5oro Or Christmas week. Marcia and l. Billy will be there, and lot of young people. and we expect to have some good times"
 Burton's effervescence following the invitation was a thing that made Billy 'tare
 We will see you soon," the little nan said. as late that afternoon he put them down at their own door, And I hope when I get to Wellsboro -ou will have a welcome for me-"
 Indeed we shall,'' said Marcia's mother, but it was at Marcia that Bur on looked. And Marcia's eyes were 'n Billy-the tender eyes of a loving And in that moment the little ires of hope In Burton's bosom died Co