The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1918-06-20
CHAPTER XIV.
The Dollar Chasers.

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Granville took them to Its bosom
with a haste and earnestness that
made Hazel catch her breath. Tact
fully none so much as mentioned An
drew Bush, nor the flve-thousand-d dollar
legacy--the disposition Of which sum
still perplexed that defunct gentle
mans executors. And once more In
genial atmosphere Hazel concluded
to let sleeping dogs lie. She learned
from various sources that Blll's for
tune loomed big, had grown by some
mysterious process Of Granville tattle,
until II had reached the charmed six
figures Of convention.
There had been changes. Jack Bar
row had consoled himself with bride.
Moreover, he was making good, lp the
popular phrase, at the real-estate
game. The Marshes, as she had pre-
vlously known them, had been totter-
ing on the edge Of shabby gentillty.
But they had come into money. And
as Bill slanglly put 1t, they were using
their pile to cut lot Of social Ice.
Kitty Brooks husband was now the
head Of the biggest advertising agency
in Granville. Hazel was glad Of that
mild success.
She was inordlnately proud Of BIZ,
when she compared him with the aver
age Granville male-yet she found her
self wishing he would adopt little
more readily the Granville viewpoint
He fell short Of 1t, or went beyond it,
she could not be sure which she had
an uneasy feeling sometimes that he
looked upon Granville d0ings and
Granville folk with amused tolerance,
not unmlxed with contempt. But he
attracted attention. Whenever he was
minded to talk he found ready lis
teners.
Once or twice she conjured up n
vision Of his getting into some busi-
ness there, and utterly foregoing the
North-which for her was already be-
ginning to take on the aspect of n
bleak and cheerless region where there
was none Of the things which daily
whetted her appetite for luxury, moth
ing but hardships innumerable-and
gold. The gold had been their re-
ward-a reward well earned. she
thought. Stlll-they had been wonder
fully happy there at the Pine river
cabin. she remembered.
They came home from theater
party late one night. Hazel kicked Off
her slippers, and gratefully toasted her
silk-stockinged feet at the small coal
crate. Fall had come, and there was
sharp nip to the air.
"Well, what do you think of II as
far as you've gomez" he asked alb
ruptly.
81 think it's fine" she candidly ad-
mltted. "Tm enjoying myself. like
1t. Don't you?"
"As n diversion" he observed
thoughtfully, 81 don't mind It, These
people are all very affable and pleas
ant, and they've rather gone out of
their way to entertain us. But, after
all, what the dickens does It amount
to? They spend their whole life run
ming In useless circles. / should think
they'd get sick Of 1t. You WILL"
Hardly, Blllum," she smiled. "We're
merely making up for two years of iso-
latlon. think we must be remarkable
people that we didn't fight like cats
and dogs. For eighteen months, you
know, there wasn't soul to talk to,
and not much to think about except
what you could do If you were some
place else"
you're acquiring the atmosphere
he remarked sardonlcally, she
thought.
"No; just enjoying myself" she re-
piled lightly.
swell, If you really are" he an
swered slowly, 1--WE may as well settle
here for the wlnter-and get settled
right away. I'm rather weary Of being
guest In another mans house, to tell
you the truth"
"Why, I'd love to stay here all win
ter" she said. "But l thought you In
tended to knock around more or less
"But don't you see, you don't partic-
ularly care to-" he pointed out; "and
1t would spoil the fun Of going any
place for me II you were not interest