News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1913-01-29

lazy as you are trying to-"
III can't do it, won't try" laughed
the Watermelon. "But you can't do
it, either"
do what?"
Mako me believe that YOU are the
generals daughter" returned the Wa.
termelon, letting his voice fall, gAitly
and softly.
Don't l. look like him." asked Hen
rietta, wishing that she had not made
the conversation quite so personal
thus early in their acquaintance.
You look like him." admitted the
! Watermelon, but"
Henrietta laughed family. "You
wouldn't take me for his sister, would
you?" she questioned, fearing he would
! say yes. William Hargrave Bachelor
had spent his youth peddling papers
and backing boots. A frank disre-
gard for all social graces and hypocri-
sizes was doubtless one of his most
/ pronounced characteristics.
For his granddaughter" said the
Watermelon.
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MAINE has fine shooting in winter"
None of Maine for mine," declared
the Watermelon conclusively maine
is prohibition state"
The general frowned. "You don't
| drink, hope, young MANI"
Drink" said the Watermelon, MAX
ing Henrietta think unreasonably of
minister, drink causes a psyche
logical condition which each man
should experience to obtain clear
insight into the normal condition of
the mind" He paused impressively
and Henrietta felt almost compelled
to say "Amen," for what reason she
did not know. But" added the youth
in the solemn tones of the benedic-
ton, when I get-lit, like to do it
on whisky and not poison"
The general, who had intended
scathing reply, and firm but gentle
counsel to lead back to the narrow
path this promising young man hover
ing on the brink Of ruin, with all his
glorious possibilities, found himself
agreeing.
The car had reached the top Of the
steep hill, and suddenly left the trees,
the narrow, woodland road, with the
columbine and wild roses nodding at
them from the underbrush, and swept
out on to a wide, well-kept driveway,
with smooth rolling lawns on each
side and majestic white building as
a browning glory on the top Of the
hill.
Grandview did not belle its name.
High on the topmost ridge, it looked
over valley and woods and streams,
beyond to farther hills, peak after
peak, range after range, fading into
blue shadow against the sky. 1t
was big, square, garish building,
gaunt and unlovely among its lovely
surroundings.
1t was the dinner hour and in the
country there is never any need to
urge one to the table. So, save for a
man and girl, waiting on the steps,
there was no one in sight.
"There are the Bartletts now" cried
Henrietta as the train of cars ap
preached the porch. "Poor dears, we
have kept them waiting"
81 WONDER" said the Watermelon,
"why a guy always gets so hungry
on Sunday"
Nothing else to do" suggested Hen
rietta, Fbut eat"
The car stopped and she started to
alight, but the Watermelon was be-
fore, Offering his hand with grace
bred of absolute Inconsistencies of
self.
"Alphonse can take your car to the
garage and fill it with gasolene," said
the general.
cav, don't bother" protested the
flush, tush, man, it is no bother"
and the general turned to the coldly
Alphonse.
Henrietta had started toward the
steps and the Watermelon turned to
follow her, when he saw her standing
on the top step, looking straight at
him across Henrietta's shoulder. His
first impulse was to stand and stare,
his second, to turn and run back to
Mike and James and his old clothes
his third, which he followed blindly,
was to stumble forward, hat in hand,
not from any respect for woman in
the abstract, but just for her, her tiny
feet, her small white teeth, her dimple.
She would not come up to his Shout
der by at least six inches, she was
very slender, and in her high-waisted,
yellow frock, she seemed mere wisp
Of girl. Her hair and eyes were
brown, her cheeks flushed like the
petals of an apple blossom. She had
a crooked little smile that brought a
single dimple in one soft cheek. Her
hat was big, Tapping affair, covered
with buttercups and daisies.
The Watermelon, gazing at her, for
got everything, Henrietta, dinner, the
general. He stared and she stared
back. The brown suit with the pale
green stripe and the faint suggestion
Of red, lent an undeniable improve
ment to the broad shoulders and long
limbs of the graceful Watermelon.
The admirable shave and haircut the
village barber had given him in ex.
change for his own quarter, revealed
the square-cut chin and the good
careless mouth of the born