The Holbrook news., 1910-01-28

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 why Billy's tone was so bitter. He
 knew why Marcia avoided him and
 why her mother had been so gracious
 He was "as common as dishwater,
 and they all knew it. But they want
 ed his moneyl
 | On through the storm went the big machine, rounding the drift-heaped corners silently, speeding through the
 snowy streets with the great lantern | flaming in the twilight. "If I loved a girl" Burton said at
 last out of the stiffness, 'Fd marry | her If I was as poor as Jobs turkey. I'd marry her if loved her"
 Billy turned and looked at the fat little figure beside him: "Oh. youl' he said contemptuously. Burton's head went up. T may not
 be in your class, Bates,' he said, "but if loved her and she cared, I'd marry her If I had to run away with her. But If she didn't-care-she might beg me on her knees. She couldn't marry me for what I have"
 Well" Billy's laugh was hateful, If you wait until girl cares for you. you'll wait a long time, Burton" It was a dastardly thing to say, but Billy was disgruntled, and Burton knew it was true. He knew that, ex- cept for his money, he could not have touched the outer rim of the circle in which Marcia and Billy moved. He was an alien, an outsider. a Pariahi
 The automobile drew up to the curb in front of the big apartment house in which Burton lived. The little man got out and Billy started to follow.
 "No," Burton said, and Billy stop ped, and stared-"no, don't want you to come in tonight, Billy. My man will take you home. know you were upset and all that, but I can't quite get over what you said to me just now. And I am not quite sure that I shall ever get over it, Billy"
 He was just little puffy, red-faced plebeian, all bundled up in fur coat, and with his breath coming short, but in that moment Billy knew that his hold upon the little man was gone. He had killed the goose with the golden egg.
 As Burton went slowly up the steps. the door opened, letting out flood of yellow light There was a yelp, and something soft was hurled against his legs.
 What is it?" he asked bending over.
 "I kicked him out, sir" the elevator boy explained from the doorway. Its a stray dog. He's been about here all day, sir
 Well, you are nice brute!" Bur ton commented as he picked the moan ing creature out of the snow and with the cur in his arms he entered the elevator.
 The boy carried him up and landed him on the fourth floor with the warn ing: You'd better let him alone. sir. He's a common cur"
 "Humphi" was all the answer that Burton vouchsafed, and when he had let himself into his room he dropped the trembling little creature on the rug.
 So they kicked you out, did they?" he asked. Well, you're not the only one, pupsie."
 A half hour later as the dog, washed and fed, lay luxuriously in front of the fire, Burton said again: So they | kicked you out? Well. know how it feels"
 Over the fireplace was a Burnes- Jones head of a girl. It was the one thing in the room that Burton had | selected All the other elegancies | were the result of Billy's taste. But | that one picture Burton had chosen because it reminded him of Marcia
 Yes, I know how it feels," he re- peated slowly, and suddenly as he sat | there looking at the beautiful droop- ing head he caught his breath in a sob, and his own head went down on his arm, and the room was very still |
 The little dog staggered up on his weak legs, and casting an inquiring eye upon the huddled up figure. Then he put a paw on Burton's knee and 
 Burton raised his head and looked straight into the anxious brown eyes.
 "Oh, look here" he said unsteadily. you know how it feels. You're ugly and common, and nobody wants you"
 The other paw was laid on his hand as the little brute gave sympathetic at tention.
 Say, let's get out" Burton contin- ued. You don't fit in here, and don't My mans cut tonight. thank the Lord, or he'd make no end of a row about you. There's an old aunt of mine up in the country, and she's as poor as used to be. and she's got } little farm. I'm going to make 1t ! big farm before get through; and ,ut there can be the big frog in the puddle, and we'll tramp around the and therell be people I can ak to and not feel they're lookin'