News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1921-06-29
The Slater-Ashley
Affair
By RAY LEWIS
Il
20, 1921, by Mcclure Newspaper Syndieate.)

balcony down upon the animated
scene below, where many couples
moved in rhythm with the seductive
cadences of the -embowered or
chestra. He had wandered into the
chapter house in search Of an Old
classmate and had paused for a mo-
ment to look on.
Suddenly, "Who is that wonderful
woman?" he exclaimed, grabbing the
arm of the young fellow nearest him
and pointing out a slim figure swaying
in the dance on the floor beneath.
"Who dye mean?" Billy Walters
leaned farther over the balcony. "Oh,
that Why, that's Miss Slater, libra
rian of the Mary Webster Memorial
has been here several years.
The man who had addre Ssed him
made no comment, but merely con
tinued to wait for the reappearance of
the slender, silk-draped figure in the
round of the waltz. George Wander
pyle had seen many women in his
forty-odd years OF life, but never, so
he told himself, had he seen as beau
tiful, as graceful, as attractive a one.
And to think of her being incarcerated
in the Mary Webster Memorial !!
Where were the men, to permit such
thing?
Vanderpyle, back for his twentieth
relnion, had dutifully done what was
expected, of him as wealthy alumnus,
and made the rounds of the various
university buildings. He recalled the
Mary. Webster Memorial, erected since
mis- time, as an architecturally perfect,
severely classic building of cold stucco,
with dim, vaultlike Observation-Disclosures
bly, adapted, no doubt, for the preser
walton of fragile first editions and rare
manuscripts, but hardly suitable en-
VirOnment for the Winsome, glowing
bit, of flesh and blood he had just seen.
He did not remember having seen her
there. No doubt she had an assistant.
Suddenly, the man smiled, whimsi-
cafly. All his life mere desire on
his part to see thing accomplished
had predicated its accomplishment.
And although thus far the field of
matchmaking wars for him virgin soil,
that fact might make a venture there
all the more interesting.
Surely out of all his vast acquaint-
ance he could pick some Well-favored
bachelor sufficiently cultured and
worthy to rescue the beautiful libra
rian from the clutches of the Mary
Webster Memorial and place her in the
environment to which her loneliness
and charm entitled her.
But first he would like to meet her
to make sure that she fulfilled upon
acquaintance the promise of her face.
Who'll introduce me to herr he
asked young Walters much to the lat
ter's amusement. These old fellows
coming back were dandy chaps and all
that, and demanded loyalty as fra
ternity brothers, but it was odd to
think of them being interested in the
female sex, He considered a moment,
rehectvely
Then, "Why, let me see," he said de-
cisively. you might ask Jack Ash
Iey-llc hlONS cNGI
Jack Ashley The boy had hit it.
Jack Ashley not only knew everybody
but everybody knew Jack Ashley, knew
of him as one of the finest products
mental and physical, ever turned out
by the university. Nanderpyle knew
a little of his history since graduation
He had hunted big game in Africa,
had served with the Canadian troops,
had become an American ace, and was |
now being spoken Of for an important
diplomatic post. And there was the
very man he was looking for What
pair they would make!
He found Ashley at the Union, swap
sping cigars and stories with other
members of his class, which was about
ten years later than that of Wander
pyle. Like the canny tinancier he was,
the latter approached his object OBJ
liquely. For he was becoming as en-
thuSiastic over the match as was his
custom in closing a business deal in
Holving millions.
Settling himself in a deep-cushoned |
E0alG, lie JOllltu III Tie tOnN6GSd JlOll. |
Not till its close did he direct his at.
4ention particularly to Ashley. Then, |
I'm Interested" he began, sin the
Bereton Americana. Come over with
me in the morning to the Mary Web
ster Memorial and tell me what you
think of the collection"
Ashley amiably agreed, and the con
rersation drifted to other channels. |
Vanderpyle, regarding the man Oppo-
site. wondered how he had escaped the |
matrimonial net. Surely it could not |
lave been through neglect on the part |
Of the women! Perhaps he was await |
ing an ideal, so perfect that lie had |
never found her.
At the thought, Vanderpyle nearly !
ehuckled aloud She had been found |
for him
Next morning the two men met at |
The small library which was sedateiy i
si,lated on a side street beyond the |