News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1915-04-14
Intersecting triangles of pie.

"Three dollars.'
He sank back in his chair with the
most rapturous expression. Gee, that's
fine" he exclaimed. "I'll remember
this as long as live."
looked at him with suspicion. "Do
you like money, Joe?"
'Idunno. l never had any to find out
with. But it's bully to have it spent for
you"
Then we walked around for long
time, past the buildings, through the
wide courts, and along the broad, green
lined avenues. l got general view,
which will later be resolved into definite
facts and groups of facts. One thing
stands ont wildly. At last an exposition
has been executed in colors-colors of
softest tones, of delicacy that is never in.
sipid, of richness that is never garisb of
variety that is never inharmonious.
Every color is represented, in so mellow
a shade as to suggest the Oriental.
At half-past three led my guest into
the band concourse., He was cOmplacent
about listening to the music, but believes
thar no pleasure reaches it's highest pos
siblity unless accompanied by constant
nibbling. However, bag of fudge and
package of candied rice lasted through
several numbers while we sat there in
the open air, with the beautiful sunshine
pouring down ON us, and enjoyed an hour
of most artistic music, free to all who
care to come.
Then pushed an Investigation which
l had been working on at intervals all
day-concerning the location of Joe Ma.
sons home. Chatty, confidng, engag-
ingly sweet about everything else, that
small child absolutely refused to tell me
where he lived or to give any clue to his
family surroundings. coaxed, demand
ed, threatened. all to no purpose. Final
ly 1 said firmly
Every well. l shall telephone the po-
lice. They will have heard from your
mother"
Joe's big eyes rolled at me with the
wisdom of the ages in their depths.
"They will NOT. sol" be announced with
conviction. Mas only too glad not to
have nothin' to do with police"
"But she'll be worried" persisted.
"Ma?" There was undoubted surprise
ia Joe's expression. Say, miss. you
don't know ma"
l gave it up reluctantly and decided
that Joe should see the illumination and
perhaps be softened into more tractable
mood. But didn't make the lunch time
mistake again. quietly hunted up a
cafeteria, where we had bountiful and
delicious dinner for seventy-five cents,
total for two.
1t was scarcely dark when the lights
were turned on. We were standing in
front of the Fountain of Energy, and Joe
clutched my arm in way that showed
that he had soul as we'll as a stomach.
Gee, amt that swell!' he whispered.
In my own language had been regis
tering the same impression. had not
been at all prepared for the effect that
burst upon us all of sudden. Not
building is outlined with bulbs, and again
l appreciated the delicate coloring that
is as grateful to the eye as to the aesthet-
ic sense. Arches, facades and minarets
were flushed with rose pink glow that
gavewarmth to the brilliance and brought
into harmony the whole group of build
ings.
without single exception, dad dear,
the Tower of Jewels by night is the most
beautiful thing 1 ever saw. 1t doesn't
look as if i, belonged to real and prac-
tical world. AS you watch the huge
searchlight, playing upon it and striking
into soft, iridescent fire the thousands of
jewels that twinkle on it's surface, from
the stately crusaders al the base of the
tower to the magnificent studded ball at
the top, you feel yourself sway from
stable equilibrium in irresistible response
to the beckon of fairy world into which |
your dazzled eyes gaze upon an ideal Gre
alton of the most splendid imagination.
Joe gave deep sigh and suggested the |
Zone, but pretended not to hear. Drag |
ging him with me, backed away to the |
gate, that the final impression of my |
first day at the Exposition might be that |
wonderful, scintillating tower set in the |
midst of brilliant beauty.
Once outside, l renewed the charge
without success. There must be some
thing of the soldier in Joe, for he stead
lastly refused to tell me where he be-
longed. OF course could have turned
him over to the authorities, but I'm |
afraid the little rascal knows.the power
of wistful brown eyes. for he didn't APP
pear surprised when brought him back
with me. But Mrs. Drake and Alice
were, and they said ought never to be
trusted out alone, because of my i'm
pulsiveness.
There wasn't vacant room in the ho-
tel-not even a niche, SO have had a
corner of my room screened of and cot
installed. Joe contentedly cudoled into
it with hazy remark about food pro-
ducts heinp hullv and for some time he