Connecticut western news., 1921-01-27
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Moral Emblems.

Moral Emblems.
 Please don't skip this description. of Robert Hervey Randolph-six feet straight up and down, broad of shoul- der and narrow of hip, sandy-haired, blue-eyed. nose slightly up-endedeand wearing a saddle of faint freckless clean shaven, well groomed. very cor rectly dressed, and twenty-six years cid. Let 1t be added that his eyes were placed just far enough apart to stamp him forever honest; he had an open and most prepossessing coun- tepance.l ... T. .
 At the moment of the start of this rapid yarn, he was standing in the Van Telliers' library, looking down in pained and flushed surprise at Miss Madge Van T.. who was sitting in g kuge leathern chair half facing the fire in the open, grate, one leg very much under her, the other waving satfn-and-silk combination of foot and ankle in distracting accompaniment to Der disturbing speech.
 Bobby" said Miss Van T., ''you are darned good-looking; you're strong, straight, and gentleman; there are times when you are wholly adorable, but, nevertheless, I'm not going to the show with you tonight, or to the opera tomorrow, or anywhere any more. There, there, dear boy; you don't have to say anything. You have enc of those faces that is absolutely beyond the aid of vocal organ. r. says everything that Is in your heart of gold before your brain has time to tfnkle bell"
 Look here, Madge," said the pained Mir. Randolph& "are you making fun ef my face or of my brain or of Both?''
 My dear," said Miss Van T. quite gravely, "Pm not making fun of you in any way whatsoever. I'm merely tell mg you how 1oyable you are, so that you will understand how serious it is when say that I've decided not to Bove you any more."
 "B-but how can you help itY' stam- nered MT. Randolph, his tongue for once. saying the same thing as his face @t the same time. ...-..s
 Miss Van T.s breast fluttereA a@ though rising against its mistress te the defense of this disingenuous young man, and she was obliged to swerve her eyes from his and draw a long breath before she answered.
 T can, because will," she said, her face paling. 'Oh Bobby, can't you wake up? Look round you and come to earth! You are born and bred on Manhattan, yet you've never seen New York"
 "I guess you're right" said Bobby shoughtfully. "Leok here, Madge: why should try to see New York, and why should we be talking ash-cans when I've got you to look at in one of the most bewftching and abbreviated bits of dress goods that ever revealed a completely adorable person? Tell me that" N" s|
 "Well," said Madge, her face hard ening, 'T will. It's long story, not in words but in generations. The Van Telliers have lived in East Ninth street since the year one of the island That is, they used to live here; now they hardly exist. They are merely an assorted lot of animated corpsese that crawl out of their tomb periodically to take strange air, leaning on a rotten stave called the Old Order Listen to this, Bobby: The new New York is a fever, and I've caught it. I want a Fainy:day car, calling-car, and, a touring car; want dresses that will stab with envy the heart of every woman that looks at them; I want my jewels to run to size and quality, and want a yacht just for the papers to talk about, because I hate to ride in the smelly things"
 Bobby's eyes had {, grown rounder and wider as the list progressed. Do you think you could get along sn . hundred thousand. q yesr r he askedsvsrJ softly. ,;.s ea -.h A
 T don't know" she said slowly. I've been going into the subject rather thoroughly, and hundred thou sand would be running 1t on a pretty dose margin. By the way, just what b your allowance under that crazy vSIlr
 Ten thoussndr said Bobby.
 "Weil." said Miss Van T., there yon sEel Just enough to keep you com fortably in debt, and yod want to marry me on 1t It wouldn't be quite se out of the question if you knew you were going to have 1t forever, but you don't. It may be cut off"
 Any lday,%t said Bobby promptly. ~It isn't likely, after all these years, but it may".
 "Well, there you !'' Miss Van T. repeated herself. I'm not altogether pig, Bobby. Ten thousand with you thrown in is enough to make any woman think three times, but the truth is you have been killed by too little and too much kindness. If you 'ArI