Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1913-12-26

nas the antique setting that is SO
much in vogue"
Lander gravely touched the silver
inks and thought: 'tMy AFFAIR with
Marguerite is what Aunt Collins would,
call between grass and hay It is
past the candy-and-f1ower stage; but
has hardly arrived at jewels"
Then aloud he said: mo, / had in
mind something different-a book per-
haps."
"Ah. the very thing!" Scarvin dived
INTO dusty corner and brought forth
foreign-looking volume, whose brown
leather binding was curiously inlaid
with pearl.
EARLY English poems, after the
ed" the dealer spread open the book
enticingly.
Lander turned over the leaves with
interest. "Yes, believe this is unique
and costly enough to please even the
fastidious Marguerite" his thin lips
| curved in cynical smile. "I'll take
it," be remarked with the brevity of
| he finds something which strikes his
| fancy.
Ae he threw down a bill he was an
loyej to see how his hands shook.
Burning the candle at both ends has
had an effect" he thought, and as he
left the shop, added: This mixing of
business and society is the pace that
kills. suppose stimulants will be the
mex. resort"
He recalled last Christmas at his
former boarding place, and of the
friends there-especially Alice Glea-
son. Whenever he thought of her
now, it was with sense of remorse.
They had been very warm friends, but
since his sudden advancement in bust
ness had necessitated more commodi-
Gus surroundings, he had seen little of
her. He had really not meant to neg
lect the old friends when he began to
go more into society and make new
ones, but unconsciously he had drifted
away from the little circle on Fleet
| street
The shabby old place seemed far
more like home than my new quarters
ever will" he muttered, and a realiza
ton came to him that it vas Alice
with her sympathetic voice ana restrul
ways who had made it seem so. No
matter how tired she might be with
her day in the schoolroom, she was
always ready to rejoice or sympathize
''I'll send her some roses-the finest
l can f1nd," he declared with a sudden
rush of remorseful tenderness. He en-
| tered a flower shop and bought huge
bunch of velvety American Beauties
Send them to this address," he told
the dealer and gave him a card.
Next door was the establishment OF
an expensive furrier, and a Lander
passed the window, he saw Marguerite
Fenton looking at set of brown lynx
The rich tones went well with her
brown eyes and tawny hair. AS she
stood there with the soft furs about
her, she reminded him of some bar
barrie princess. Ever since he had first
met her at dinner given at the home
Of the senior member of the firm
Lander had been greatly fascinated
and felt that her beauty and position
fitted in with his ambitious dreams
Yet, strangely enough, today her beau
ty did not make it's usual appeal to
him that mingled with her sinuous
grace, was also something of feline
cruelty.
Those furs probably cost more thar
my months salary" he muttered. "Hel
Unsuitable craving for luxury would
fasten itself, vampire like, on the life
blood of the man who marries her!"
He strode down the street, feeling
that the crowded cars would stifie him
and longing for the sense of physica
motion and the stinging air agains
his face. When he reached his rooms
he found on the table an invitation
from Mrs. Dane, a prominent society
hostess, inviting him to attend din