The Brattleboro daily reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1913-1955, 1915-01-19

Il took her to ride in my buggy" the
Judge rambled on sheepishly. There
was big round moon
He stopped suddenly. But of course
we've grown sensible since then" be
said wistful!y.
We'll, you just ask her TO go to-
morrow" Oliver recommended aud
then the judge gave in.
The next evening he presented him
self at the dinner table armed with a
long paper box.
For you. my DEAR" be said to bis
wife, as she came in with Roxauc.
heavy eyed and pcnsive
The box. being opened. slowed rosy
carnations
1.-The nearest thing l could get to
pinks." the judge explained
why pinksT' his wife demanded
'Abbie." be reproached. have you
forgotten that twenty-five years ago
you wore pinks"-
Mrs. yandiver's expansive features
expressed a blank surprise. What
happened twenty-five years agoT'
Il know" Rozane interrupted.
There's the picture on fathers desk
YOU have on blue dress and a bunch
of pinkS-you said you looked that
way when he asked you to marry him
The blush that stole up toward Mrs
Vandiver's gray curls gave her a curl
Gus look Of youth why, James," she
faltered, did you really rememper?"
Yes" said the judge. feeling that
had he never forgotten life would have
held deeper meanings.
Mrs. Yandiver cane around and kiss
cd her husband. "Th9Dk you. dear"
she said. with a gentleness that made
F ROXane stare.
After that it was not hard TO propose
/ ride by moonlight. and Mrs. VaaJi
7 yer, consentiug, came down ii a blue
gown that became her elderly plump
/ ness almost as well as that oti.cr blue
gown had set eff Eer sirlish figure.
The judges electric runabCut re-
placed the buggy OF lorg 40. and As
they went quickly thr0Ugl tie city and
out into the cour ty roads tIiat aStute
| gentleman RETAINED from any mention
Of Oliver and Roxane. All his talk was
of things Of the past.
How happy we were. Abhie.' he
said at last. and his wife responded
wistfully. Very happy. James
A golden moon hung above the dark
line of the hills The air was sweet
with the spiciness of the piaes TOE
judge was thrilled with bysoue emo
tons, and his arm was comfortably
about his wife's waist.
Then in the rapture of the restora
ton to her place of romance of the
Abbie of loDg ago he forgot oliver
forgot Roxane.
He was brought back with a shocb
when Mrs. Vandiver said as they
turned toward home: I've been think
ing of Roxane. If she really loves Oil
YER | don't know but | ought
'Of course yen ought" said the judc,
promptly. Give them your blessing
and let them be as happy as we are"
Il am afraid that Oliver has beer
fooled by some OF those firms WI,
hunt up lost heirs" the lady pursued
"Of course Oliver was sincere, but
don't think much Of the fortune story
No." mendaciously. 1T didn't seen
probable"
You can settle something on then
after they are married. said Mrs
Vandiver. I'VE haven't any one {
leave it to but Roxane-and-and
would be nice TO have them engaged o
the same day that we were. Jimmie.
Jimmie! The magic OF the youthfu
appellation made the judge feel like
colt
: Lets get them married and you an
j viii go off and have another honey
moon" he proposed jubilantly. "W
viii have the time Of our lives
E The ripple that came from his wife
lips was n silver echo of tie golde
. laughter of other days.
we WILL" she said. and lifted be
j face to him In the moonlight. an
now let's 50 right home AMI tell II
d children. Jimmie"