The Barre daily times. (Barre, Vt.) 1897-1959, 1910-01-24
FOR 4 HAPPY DAY.
The Gown For the Girl and the
Man That Bought It.
BY NJ. NC. WILLIAMS.

Out in the garden Philomena sang
80 sweet and high It was Ike the
scent Of the Glove pinks. They stretch.
ed in matted mass all up and down
the old Fashioned borders. The garden
was big. and q wide. weathcred gray
house broodcd beside it. Time was
when the Tryon house had been the
finest and most hospitable IN al the
countryside. In the day Of broken for
tuncs L still kept an aroma Of CHEEKY
good will
Luyy hundred leaf roses grew be-
hind the bordering pinks. Phnomena
was shipping them ruthlessly, cutting
them without stems and dropping
them IN her apron. It bulged ridicu-
lously with the mass Of bloom, but she
kept ofovdang IN clipped phky white
petals pretendina to De conscious OF
nothing but her work
Somebody hefd come up behind her,
a tall young fellow. supple and merry
eyed He undid the apron strings deli
cately, gathered the band in his hands,
stretching daring arms about her
waist and said: stop staying your
thousands, Phi! One rose ought to
love her sisters too well for Wholesale
murder"
Philomena slid from his clasp dex-
terously leaving the haddled apron
within bis hands. II / were d rose
had rather be clipped for potpourr
than be LEFT to waste and wither.e she
said. with delicious upward tit Of
the chin.
Being interpreted, that means you
lave not given np a stage career" Ar
thur Wayne said, catching her hand
"Phil. PHI, he went On, 4you must
give it up. cannot bear to think Of
my rose, my rose Of al the world
whitening. fading, ID the glare Of the
footlightsr
STOP We have gone over all thatr'
Phlomena said inaperiouEiy. 'I tell
you ! must 80. 1t is past bearing, the
way things are now Oh. ! know my
aunts would not starve! They've q
roof over their heads and Uncle John
But cannot speak Of him. What !
cannot bear longer IS 70 see them
pinchad. unhappy lacking the little
comforts that mean so much in age,
feeling themselves DEPENDENT
"Toa know our home would be
theirs, Arthur interrupted
Phil gave him reproaehful look.
"You won't understand, she said
"All their lives they haze been some
body. geaflewomen. able to hold up
their heads. Gentlewomen hate chart
tn. Ihey rlslsad money and lost It
against uncle's advice for my sake
NOW, when am told ] have a fortune
tn my throat. must take care Of
them, even If 1t breaks my heart
The last word was under breath.
Wayne made to draw her to him, but
q brisk. busting voice behind them
said So no! Very pretty! Upon my
weird. very pretty Are we rehearsing
for strebhon and Choe@ Then with
out waiting answer the newcomer ran
III. miss Tryon, be ready for the
early train tomorrow I've letter
from Franzoni He viii Try your
voice. provided you come To him BY ~
o'eloek III the morning
II shall 20 with you, Arthur said
openly taking Phil b his arms. "A
sald you must choose. dear Let me
take it back. II 80 you win, let me
foIlow-eyarywhere.T
emo, no. ] VIII not let you spoil your
lifev Phil protested, but he held her
Fast. SAYING as he looked Music Master
grnhan square in the eye: "Phlcmena
ii my promised wife and not hy tar
weather pramise. Wherever you may
take her / shall 90 too"
Orphans eyes we're guizzical, yet
not unkind. "That's as you please
young man" he said, waving bis hand
np and down. eBut If you'll heed a
word, stay behind At least at
iirst. You see. you'd be 80 patently SO
palpably romantic you'd be ser down
not as a fact but press agents fake.
tho voice there" noddlng toward Pail-
,mena, sis SO pure. so golden 50 rarely
srue. It needs to be kept high net yul-
rarlzed give you ms word the roar
.n3 lions supposed to haunt stage doors
IRE really no more than yelping curly
poodles. They tag after and fawn