The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1916-02-10

settled L. The lady turned so cold
that Walter Wellman himself would
have waited until spring to make
dash for her in dog sled.
But Pilkins was something of q 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 u rose
like that"
Pilkins audaciously touched jack
rose that she wore loosely in her hair.
VERY WELL" said she. "And when
I do you will understand by It that
either you or l 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-"
''Prescnts!' said Pilkins in surprise.
Il never gave you present in my life.
l would like to see u full length por-
trait of the man that you would take
present FROM"
You've forgotten" said Alice V. d.
r., with little smile. "It was q long
time ago when our families were
neighbors. You We're seven, and was
trundling my doll on the sidewalk.
You gave me little gray hairy kit
ten with Shoebuttony eyes. It's head
came off, and it was full Of candy.
You paid 3 cents for it-you told me
So l haven't the candy to return to
You. / hadn't developed conscience
at three, SO l ate it. But l have the
kitten yet, and / will wrap it up neat
ly and send it to you tomorrow
Beneath the lightness 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 abhorrcd millions.
On his way back Pikins 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 IL great, cold, unroofed
room, with Its four walls Of houses
| spanglcd with thousands of insufficient
| lights. Only few loiterers We're hud-
died here ana there on the benches.
But suddenly Pilkins came upon n
youth sitting brave and, as if conflict
! ing With summer sultrincss, coatlcss,
| his white shirt sleeves conspicuous In
the light from the globe of an electric.
! Close at his side was a girl, smiling,
| dreamy, happy. Around her shoulders
was, palpabIy, the missing coat of the
cold deiying youth. 1t appeared to be
n modern panorama of the Babes In
! the Wood revised ard brought up to
! date, with the exception that the rob
ins hadn't turned up yet with the pro-
tecting leaves.
Pilkns sat on the bench, one seat re-
moved from the youth. He glanced
cautiously and saw (as mem do see and
| womcn-oh. never canD that they were
| Of the same order.
Pilkins leaned over after short
time and spoke to the youth, who
| answered smilingly and courteously.
From general topics the conversation
concentrated to the bedrock of grim
personalities. But Pikins did 1t as
dclicately anu heartily as any caliph
could have done. And when 1t came
to the point the youth turned to him,
soft voiced and with his undiminished
! smile.
II don't want to seem unapprecia-
tive, old man." he said. with youths
somewhat too early spontaneity Of ad-
! dress. "but, you see, | cant accept
| anything from n stranger. know
| you're all right and I'm tremendously
/ obliged. but couldn't think of borrow
+ ing from anybody. You see, Pm
Marcus Clayton-the Claytons Of Roa