Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1910-03-17

at his downcast, boyish face, she
slips her little hand into her pocket.
You want this money very bad,
jack
II couldn't want it Bladder he re-
plies.
We'll, then, look here, I'll give you
this, and she holds out crumpieo
five-pound note. aPupsie gave it to
me yesterday to buy dress and
some things with; but can wait till
next quarter
NO. no. ! won't take your money
Lorrie; you, glancing at her shabby
heightened frock and battered hat
you want it bad enough yourself
shan't take it. =
oh, yes, you will, she asserts con
fidently Don't be an idiot. Jack.
tell you | can do very we'll without it
It won't matter If am little seedy.
I'm not, going into the army you
know, and haven't got Viscounl
for chum IT / had which Heaven
forfend IL dare say / should want q
five-pound note from you! Take It
dear boy, it's a good one, unless pup
sic has taken to forgery!"
mo. But you are good sis, and
shant forget it; you are brick Lor-
RE, that is what you are
Thanks. 1t is a great, noble, an
overwhelming compliment, and Is
worth five pounds by itself There,
don't be stupid" and she thrusts the
note into his hand.
Go and pay your bills-or some
of them, Jack-and don't look any
longer as if we were going to be
hanged and diGn't like it"
He takes the note, of course, and
his face f1ushes. The Latimers are
not a demonstrative family, and Jack
and Lorrie are not given to embrac-
ing, but as he stands beside her. the
boy, smitten with gratitude and al
miration, stoops and touches her
smooth cheek with his lips. Lorr1e
makes a little grimace and wipes
the assaulted spot.
Jack, you'll have mustache-
when it comes-like scrubbing
brush. can feel the incipient
bristles already. / say, it isn't often
a sermon is accompanied by five
pound note, is it? | wonder which
will last longest 1t all depends, /
suppose, how soon you play cards with
Lord Guy
I won't play again, | promise
"Oh, don't! | don't want you to
have to go into Carshal barracks and
say, mustn't play any more, be-
cause | promised my little sister.
That would amuse your friend, Lord
Guy, and you would never hear the
last OF it,"
Look here, Lorrie, you do him an
injustice-upon my soul you do! If
you knew him as well as | do
(which the gods Forbid"
"You would acknowledge that Guy
is very different sort of fellow to
what you think him! Why, any one
to hear you talk would think that he
was as black as Old Nick. And as to
money, there isn't a more generous
fellow on the face of the earth! He'd
share his last crust"
so would 7; hate crusts!'
He'd give his last penny to help a
fellow! But the poor chap is as hard
up as the rest of us. His father is
as poor as churchmouse. Guy says
he's the poorest peer in England, and
that he doesn't get much more allow
ance than do
"And consequently is compelled to
make up the deficiency by unlimited
pool and billiards.! All right, Jack:
Wen admit that your friend is an
angel-will that do?-Weli, wish
he'd spread his wings and fly away.
wish"
Before her second wish can be pro-
nounced, there comes the sound of
horses hoofs on the road beyond the
low wall, and young man rides up at
a good pace.
"Hullo, Jack! Meditating among the
tombs!"
Jack starts and looks with a sud
den flush at Lorrie. She is hidden by
an intervening tombstone from the
road, and, holding up her finger warn
ingly, slips from her perch and still
more completely conceals herself.
How do you get in there?" de-
mands the newcomer. Where's the
gate? Never mind"
And putting the horse to the wall,
he hops over in the long grass and
drops lightly from the saddle.
Dolores peeps from behind her hid
den place and sees a tall, stalWart
figure, with a handsome. face, in which
the most conspicuous features are a
pair of beautiful and expressive eyes
and straight, Grecian nose. The
hair, cut short, is as golden as a
mans dare be, and the mustache gilt
tiers like the precious metal fresh
from the heaters hammer He is
dressed in a suit Of cords, with
brooches and leather CATERS, and the
whole suit sits upon him as If it had
grown to the graceful limbs.
It is a handsome face, and some
thing more than handsome it is a
taking one The eyes are bright and
full Of youths light-heartedness; one
knows that the lips hidden behind the
golden mustache are more familiar
with smile than a sneer. and there
rings in the clear voice the music
which cnas at oncn III fho heart of fha