Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1916-02-16

settled IL The lady turned so cold
that Walter Wellman himself would
have waited until spring to make
dash for her in a dog sled.
But Pilkins was something of a sport
himself. You can't fool all the mil
lionaires every time the ball drops on
the Western Union building.
IF at any time" he said to A. V. d.
R., you feel that you would like to
reconsider your answer send me rose
like that
Pilkins audacious1y touched a jack
rose that she wore loosely in her hair.
Every WELL" said she. And when
do you will understand by it that
either you or 1 have learned some
thing new about the purchasing power
of money. You've been spoiled, my
friend. No; don't think could mar
ry you. Tomorrow I will send you
back the presents you have given me-"
"Presents!' said Pilkins in surprise.
II never gave you present in my life.
would like to see a full length por-
| trait Of the man that you would take a
present FROM"
you've forgotten" said Alice V. d.
R., with little smile. 1T was long
time ago W&en our families were
neighbors. You were seven, and was
trundling my doll on the sidewalk.
You gave me a little gray, hairy kit
ten with shoebutt0ny eyes. It's head
came off, and it was full Of candy.
You paid 5 cents for it-yOu told me
so. l haven't the candy to return to
you. l hadn't developed a conscience
at three, so l ate it. But [ have the
kitten yet, and I will wrap it up neat
~ and send it to you tomorrow"
Beneath the Iightness of Alice V. d.
RS talk the steadfastness of her re
lection showed firm and plain. So
there was nothing left for him but to
leave the crumbly red brick house and
be off with his abhOrred millions.
On his way back Pilzins walked
through Madison square. The hour
hand Of the clock hung about s. The
air was stingingly cool, but not at the
freezing point. The dim little square
seemed like a great, cold, unroofed
room, with its four walls Of houses
spangled with thousands of insufficient
lights. Only few loiterers were hud-
died here and there on the benches.
But suddenly Pilkins came upon a
youth sitting brave and, as If conflict
ing with summer sultriness, coatless,
his white shirt sleeves conspicuous in
the light from the globe Of an electric.
Close at his side was girl, smiling,
dreamy, happy. Around her shoulders
was, palpably, the missing coat Of the
cold defying youth. 1t appeared to be
q modern panorama Of the Babes In
the Wood" revised and brought up to
date, with the exception that the rob
ms hadn't turned up yet with the pro-
tecting leaves
Plkins sat on the bench, one seat re-
moved from the youth. He glanced
cautiously and saw (as men do see and
women-oh, never canD that they were
Of the same order.
Pilkins leaned over after a shor
time and spoke to the youth, who
answered smilingly and courteously
From general topics the conversation
concentrated to the bedrock of grin
personalities. But Pilkins did it a.
dencately and heartily as any calipl
could have done. And when it came
10 the point the youth turned to him
soft voiced and with his undiminishet
smile.
II don't want to seem unapprecia
: dive, old man." he said, with a youth
somewhat too early spontaneity of ad
: dress, 'but, you see, I can't accep
anything from stranger. I know
you're all right and I'm tremendous.
obliged, but couldn't think Of borrow
ing from anybody. You see, Tn
Marcus Clayton-the Claytons of Roa