Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1915-05-14

cer?' demanded the girl, in genuine
anxiety. Every one along Misery
called the old man Unc' Spicer
Il can't jest make out" Her in
former spoke slowly, and his brow cor
rugated into something like sullen-
ness. He amt jest to say sick. Thet
Is, his organs seems all right, but he
don't pear to have no heart fer nothin',
and his victuals don't tempt him none.
He's Jest puny, thet's all"
I'll go over thar, an see him." an
nounced the girl. "Pll cook chicken
thet'll tempt him"
The girl spent much time after that
at the house Of old Spicer South, and
her coming seemed to waken him into
fitful return of spirits.
Il reckon, Unc' Spicer," suggested
the girl, on one of her first visits,
I'D better send fer Samson Mebby
hit mout do ye good ter see him."
The old man was weakly leaning
back on his chair, and his eyes were
vacantly listless; but, at the sugges-
ton, he Strengthened, and the ancient
fire came again to his face.
Don't We do hit" he exclaimed, al
most fiercely. Il knows ye mean hit
kindly, Sally, but don't ye neddle in
my business"
Il didn't low ter meddle." fall
tered the girl.
No, little gal" His voice softened
at once into gentleness. Il knows
ye didn't. l didn't mean ter be short
answered with We either, but thar's
Jest one thing l won't low nobody
ter do-an' thets ter send fer Samson.
He knows the road home, an, when
he wants ter come, he'll find the door
open, but we hain't a-goin' ter send
after him"
Wilfred Horton found himself that
fall in the position of a man whose
course lies through rapids, and for
the first time in his life his pleasures
were giving precedence to business.
Horton was the most-hated and most
admired man in New York, but the
men who hated and snubbed him were
his own sort, and the men who adj
mired him were those whom he would
never meet, and who knew him only
through the columns of penny papers.
Powerful enemies had ceased to laugh,
and begun to conspire. He must be
silenced! How, was mooted ques.
ton. But, in some fashion, he must
be silenced. Society had not cast
him out, but society had shown him
in many subtle ways that he was nc
longer her favorite. He had taken a
plebeian stand with the masses. Mean
while, from various sources, Horton
had received warnings of actual per-
sonal danger. But at these he had
laughed, and no hint of them had
reached Adrienne's ears.
One evening, when business haG
forced the postponement of a dinner
engagement with Miss Lescott, he
begged her over the telephone to ride
with him the following morning.
Il know you are usually asleep wher
I'm out and galloping," he laughed
but you pitched me neck and croI
into this hurly-burly, and l shouldnt
have to lose everything. Don't have
your horse brought. l want you tt
try out a new one Of mine"
Il think" she answered, that early
morning Is the best time to ride. II
meet you at seven at the Plaza en-
trance"
They had turned the upper end O
the reservoir before Horton drew hi,
mount to walk, and allowed the reinI
to hang. They had been gallopini
hard, and conversation mad been i'm
practicable.
Il suppose experience should hav,
taught me-" began Horton, slowly
that the most asinine thing in tn,
world is to try to lecture you, Drennie
But there are times when one mus
even risk your delight at ones dis
comfiture."
I'm not going to tease you thi
morning." she answered, docilely I"
like the horse too well-and, to b
frank, like you too well!"
Thank you smiled Horton. "a
usual Won disarm ma on tho verp