Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1916-03-04

settled ic The lady turned so cold
that Walter Wellman himself would
have waited until spring to make q
dash for her in dog sled.
But Pilklns was something Of sport
himself You can't fool all the mil
lionaires every time the ball drops on
the Western Union building.
III at any time" he said to A. Y. d
r., "you feel that you would like to
reconsider your answer send me a rose
Ike that"
Pilklns audaciously 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 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 | will send you
back the presents you have given me. ="
"Presentsw said Pilkins In surprise
Il never gave you a 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 " d
r., with a little smile. ut was long
tine ago when our families were
uelghbOrs. You were seven. and was
trundllng my doll on the sidewalk
You gave me little gray, hairy kit
ten with shoebuttony eyes. Its head
came on, and it was full Of candy
You paid . cents for it-you told me
SO. | haven't the candy TO return to
you. hadn't developed conscience
at three, so ate 1t. But have the
kitten yet, and will wrap It up neat
ly aud send 1t 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 or with his ahhorred millions
On his way back Pilkins walked
through Madison square. The hour
hand OF the clock hung about s The
air was stlnglngly cool. but not at the
freezing point. The dim little square
seemed like great cold, mroofed
room, with It's four walls OF houses
spangled with thousands OF insufficient
lights. Only a few loiterers were hud
died here and there ON the benches.
But suddenly Pnkius came upon a
youth sitting brave aud. as II conflict,
ing with summer sultrlness, coatless.
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, palpably, the missing coat OF the
cold defylng youth. II appeared to be
modern panorama OF the Babes In
the Wood" revised and brought up to
date, with the exception that the rob
ins hadn't turned up yet with the pro
tectlng leaves.
Pilklns 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 short
time and spoke TO the youth, who
answered smilingly and courteously
From general topics the conversation
concentrated 10 the bedrock Of grim
personalities But Pilkius did It as
dellcately and heartily as any caliph
could have done And when It came
20 the point the youth turned 70 him,
soft voiced ana with his undlminlshed
smile.
Il don't want to seem unapprecla.
tive, Old man." he said. with a youths
somewhat too early spontaneity OF ad-
dress, "but. you see can't accept
anything from a stranger. l know
you're an right and I'm tremendously
obliged. but couldn't think of borrow
Ing from anybody. You see. I'm
Marcus Clayton the ClaytOns OF Roa.