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with anticipated joy. He was going
to sing that night-sing a song Of his
own choosing. He would select one Of
the old songs that he used to sing to
Nellie Nixon In the old, old days.
1t was a busy week for Benjamin.
He went to the city and bought new
suit Of black clothes. No one save
BENJAMIN and the cashier Of the Rose
bud bank ever knew what that haber-
dasher's bill amounted to, and Of
course the cashier couldn't tell even II
he wanted to, and as he was a real
cashier Of bank and occupied the po-
sition Of receiving teller, paying teller,
bookkeeper and discount clerk, all un-
der one salary. he was more interested
and upholding the dignities Of his va
rious positions than In the cost Of Benz
jamin Fryer's clothing.
| Tho express company delivered nu-
merous brown paper boxes at the drug
store, and while the innocent villagers
believed the boxes to contain pills and
potions. toothbrushes and toilet arti-
cles, they really held Benjamin's new
black suit, a brand new overcoat with
a fur lined collar, shirts and collars
and gorgeous neckwear, to say moth
ing Of patent leather pumps and Sew
eral pairs Of silk socks.
II Benjamin massaged his face I'M,
til It was fresh and rcSy, II he put
tonic on his luxuriant brown hair, II
ne made rSi6 on the manicure nipple
meats IN the toilet case and fused
! over his hands. who can blame him7
He had not seen Nellie Nixon for
two years now. She had spent much
time In the city with a married sister,
and he felt vague pride in the fact
that she would find him as youthful
and untouched by time as she was her
self or as he saw herewith the eyes
Of Love, who, as every one knows, IL
blind.
Sally Lane, futtering into the drug
store for package Of boneset for her
grandmother, paused for little chat
With Benjamin.
Sally was as email as Benjamin and,
with her fiery red hair, melting blue
eyes and marvellous complexion that
accompanies her particular tint of hair,
was good to look upon. But Benjamin
never seemed to notice Sally Lane.
He had known her all his life. They
had gone to school together, met I'm
Sunday school, sang in the choir and
passed over the vague dividing line be-
tween youth and middle age just mere
friends-I almost said acQuaintances.
Benjamin was selling tickets for the
concert.
Tickets selling wellY' asked Sally
In her brisk way.
Benjamin nodded. 1--WE only half
dozen left suppose such an attrac-
tive program is-er-that is-every one
seems to think this is going to be
| pretty good entertainment"
| IT'S about the same as usual-ex-
cept for the elocutionist from Cedar
Brook" remarked Sally. marveling at
his enthusiasm. "Did you ever hear
her speak,"
| "Yes-that is, not to recite," blushed
| Benjamin, rattling the glass shoppers
In the perfume oottieS on tue couiiteI'
| Il used TO know her years ago.
Ihey say shes ioVeiy speaher'
ana so thriliihg' said Saly' growing
uneonsclousiy wisllui as sue Went
away. he aoihires her' thought
Sally.
Inc night Oh the concert eahie-u
crisp october evening with golden
fuli moon ana tne vague sihe'i Oh
smoke from distant FOREST hres'
Arena han was CROWDED 10 the
doors Every one In ROSEBUD was
there, and many came from CEDAR
Brook. Those VINO were TO contribute
to the entertainment occupled the en-
tire front row OF seats.
| Fate wflled that benjamin ana saliy
Lane should SIT SIDE py slde-hehJa-
mln' looking IKE rosy scnooipos III
his new clothes; sally' gowned In