The Pleasantville press. (Pleasantville, N.J.) 1912-1929, 1923-05-09

to raise it. still@eIl's IN worse shape
than | am"
Madeline went over TO Alfred and
put her hands o. his shoulders.
I'VE must not be 10 debt"
He stared at her as if her words had
recalled something long forgotten.
Then he smiled.
How imperious you are! I'd for
gotten just who my beautiful sister
really is. Majesty, you're not going
to ask me to take money from your"
81 am"
We'll I'll not do IL. l never did,
even when I was in college, and then
there wasn't much beyond me-"
Listen. Alfred" she went on, ear
nestly. this is entirely different. !
had only an allowance then. You had
no way 10 know that since l last
wrote you I had come into my inheri.
lance from Aunt Grace. 1t was
well, that doesn't matter. Only, l
haven't been able TO spend half the
income. It's mine. It's not fathers
money. You will make me very happy
If you'll consent. What is ten thou
sand dollars to me? Sometimes |
spend that In a month. | throw money
away. If you let me help you 1t Will
be doing me good as well as you.
Please, Alfred
you always were the best of fell
lows, Majesty. And If you really care
If you really want to help me I'll
be only too glad to accept. 1t will be
fine. Florence will go Wild. And that
Greaser won't harass me any more.
Majesty, pretty soon some titled fellow
will be spending your money; I may
as well take a little before he gets 1t
ALL" he finished, jokingly.
what do you know about meF" she
asked, lightly.
more than You think. Even If we
are lost out here in the woolly West
we get news. Everybody knows about
Anglesbury. And that Dago duke who
chased you all over Europe, that Lord
CastletOn has the running now and
seems about to win. How about 1t,
Majesty"
Madeline detected i hint that sug-
gested scorn in his gay speech. And
deep in his searching glance she saw
q flame. She became thoughtful. She
had forgotten Castleton. New York.
society.
alfred" she began. seriously. 81
don't believe any titled gentleman will
ever spend my money. as you elegantly
express IT,"
81 don't care for that. It's you -
he cried, ~passionately. and he grasped
her with a violence that startled her.
He wa white; his eyes were now like
fire. You are so splendid-so Won
derful. People called you the Ameri-
can Beauty. but you're more than that.
You're the American Girl Majesty.
marry no man unless you love him, and
love an American. Stay away from
Europe long enough to learn to know
the men-the real men of your own
country
alfred, I'm afraid there are not al
ways real men and real love for Amer
lean girls in international marriages.
Alfred. tell me how you came to know
about me, way out here? You may
be assured | was astonished to find
that Miss Kingsley knew me rs Maj
esty Hammond"
81 imagine 1t was a surprise" hs
replied, with a laugh. Il told Flor
ence about you-gave her a picture of
you. And. of course, being a woman,
she showed the picture and talked,
She's in love with you. Then, my
dear sister, we do get New York pa
pers out here occasionally. and we can
see and read. You may not be aware
that you and your society friends are
objects of intense interest in the U.
s. in general. and the West in partic-
ular. The papers are full of you, and
perhaps a lot of things you did.
Majesty, | must M down to the sid
ing consulting his watch. We're
loading a shipment of cattle. I'll be
back by supper time and bring Still
we'll with me. You'll like him"
Madeline went 10 her room. intend
ing to rest awhile, and she fell asleep.
! She was aroused by Florence's knock
and call.
Miss Hammond, your brother has
come back with Stillwell."
Madeline accompanied Florence 70
the porch. Her brother. who was sit
ting near the door, jumped up and
said:
"Herlo, Majesty And as he put
his arm around her he turned toward a
massive man whose broad, craggy face
began to ripple and wrinkle. Il want
+ TO introduce my friend Stillwell to you
Bill. this is my sister, the sister I've
so often told you about-Majesty.'