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Show Sf" 1 AN INTERRUPTED SOLILOQUY. he If BY KEITH GORDON. . F.I ,-viprrlBht. M. Frances Wilson.) ' TGH,M breathed Louise Radnor In ) hi ft'l dl"gust. as she rubbed vlcloue-' vlcloue-' " 'I w at the glove on Ker shapely ' hand "How I loathe and de-,0U de-,0U H j i poverty1 I actually bellevo I shed y V i I fJor of Bosolcne Jufit as Madge Carr r ' .! 1 r.thc odor of violets!" ft P ' ft "Stonomvl economy! economy!" she ID.' i1 ,.lnucd. 'punctuating her words with j 1 "i now fastening upon a line fo j'S e wveral others dancled In pa-Se pa-Se helplessness. "How I hate the "5' Vil'iluff to ourself has always the ad-of ad-of affording relief to pent up tttlU wUDg3 without encountering opposl- j go jt may have been aa much on a hlji if itcoont of the explosive quality of her it Tfl.! a?ughts aa of tho fluid sho was using Wi .l-. Tmlse had selected the far end of P OlV Wuif tack lawn for her operations that 18 Pure. ; j fence was high and almoot con-jJwi'd con-jJwi'd by a network of spring greenery, retard moment the girl forgot herself, ii u j'1Vat in admiration of the scene about PeoSf-ljfc &-tne K11 old, lref3 Uner, ?'h,c1 store. J-8T ire generations of Ralnors had played. " H ai the velvety sward upon which a " V Kfc'n was hPP,nS about 1,1 a husiness-) husiness-) at search for food. WW Ken she sighed again, two ominous ?e V ii, appearing on her smooth forehead, wrh-. x silk waist was plunged into its gas- ' It $ot bath with an energy born of re-l re-l tlkm at things as they were. L" 'It I had a son," she burst out, car-. car-. jifj far beyond the proper scope of ii -ildcnly meditations Dy the strength jf'her feelings, "I'd tench him from his r rwth up that money was the greatest tilns in the world." Uy Shs paused in her work and glanced Lllliti frJantly about. She ached to have I waebody hear the shocking sentiment Toar ii tt was voicing, but the only living J thing in sight was the robin, nnd he S m intent upon his own affairs, rimi i 't "I would'" she affirmed, as if her re-Jllsirk re-Jllsirk had met with protest. "It's all a:Ter)-well to talk about honor nnd no-ttftf no-ttftf f 1 Mlltv and all that, but the only thing '! liat" the world payu any attention to is bji ': "Look at the Rainors! They've been f'' toorable men and true for generations, B1 id the result Is that mamma and I j lp hiven't money enough to get the roof Cf 'I' ninded, and that the last of the name lr I us to clean her gloves and gowns her-I- iflf or wear them soiled! R "There's that Seymour girl, just as fl-.-ordinary as she can bel But nobody lliures how 'nouveau' the money Is, so I':ljcg as It is there. I wouldn't have the"!' , ttwght, though, that Jack" v D ' Ker nostrils quivered and she dabbed Deea ll ay at the waist in her hands rather 'fore. B' . blindly. During the period of silence twin I' ' kt 'olIowed- tnc collar of a light silk train j -vas subjected to a long and ex-uiny ex-uiny 1? h?utlve friction. One would almost rain r rJV! tncuK1:l sne iad forgotten where Ia l , ,fe ffas aU(i what she was doing from t w- u automatic way in which she worked ie4 the unseeing expression of her ' flpL ''I don t care In the least" her voice sew. M.f,t3 rt&My beautifully cool and Indif ferent "but It's painful to s-30 people toady so to money people at least that you care that Is, that you've known a long time. "She's the very type of girl that I've heard him laugh at a hundred times, but just the imo he danced with hor three times at the "Willoughby's, was out riding with her yesterday, and Is probably decorating that gaudy veranda ver-anda of theirs, at this moment." A careful examination of tho waist as she pinned It on the line besides the gloves nbsorbed her for the next few minutes, "Whatever a Ralnor did had of necessity to be well done, and no professional cleaner could have eyed his work more critically and minutely than she did hers. "I suppose the glitter of the millions she will have dazzles him!" she observed ob-served scornfully. "Money makes anyone any-one fascinating. Too much nonsenso l , , , , JIIL,i "gt.p .. i She called softly, "Jack!" has been written, about love. Somebody Some-body ought to write a great big, stirring stir-ring epic about money. Properly done, it would make the "Nlbelungen Ring read like a nursery talo! Don't men and women sell their souls for it?" Her head went up and she waited, with a waist suspended dramatically above the gasolene, as If challenging some unseen auditor to contradict her statement. "I don't blame him a bit!" were her next words, by which the render will glean that she had made a long stride in tolerance. "I'd do the same thing myself. I'm going to, in fact. Old Mr. Masham's heart and money are mine for the taking, and I'll write him this very morning. What glorious times mamma and I will have when I'm mistress mis-tress of that fortune only I -wish the poor old man would "It doesn't make any difference; I liate poverty and I'll never marry a poor man. Never'" Such was her absorption that Hhe failed to notice a tall youth who -was coming across the lawn toward her. beeing that he was unobserved, he came up behind her softly, Just in time to catch her vehement declaration. His face reddened and the surprise that he planned seemed suddenly unadvlsablc. "Nobody asked you to, Miss, he said," .was Ills mocking retort, and Louise turned toward him with a strat. ' Odd habit of youra talking to yourself," your-self," he added somewhat sourly. "It lightens one's domestic duties," wns the lofty rejoinder. "Why didn't Miss Seymour run over with you," she continued Bweetly. "It would have given her a chance to see how 'the other half lives,' you know!" "Hang Mi,S3 Seymour!" croBsly. "From the way you've been dancing attendance upon her" Lifted brows and a shrug completed the sentence, but It was apparent that Miss Ralnor was highly scandalized. Then she became serious and sisterly. "Really, Jack, you ought to think nbout the future about posterity, you know. Think how important money is nnd what a golden opportunity you have." As Phe spoke Ills face became more and more gloomy. Strangely enough; her Bpirits seemed to rise as his sank. "Hang posterity!" ho growled. "Mercyl What a vision you call up. Nothing but gibbets and dangling lig-ures lig-ures as far as tho eye can Heo!" she laughed merrily. "But, seriously, you ought to think of my advice. Money Is a very Important thing." There was a brief silence, during which he glared at her in moody indignation. in-dignation. "Has old Maaham spoken?" he n.skcd at last with 'biting scarcasm. "Oh, I have sense enough to seo that I'm not wanted here," he continued, yrlthout waiting for a ivply. "I came to toll you something; but It scarcely seems worth while. I was answered before I had a chanco to aak!" He jumped un and started off acroes the lawn with great stridos. The girl watched him with wicked, exultant delight. de-light. Suddenly a swift change came over her face and she culled softly "Jack I" He' turned and regarded her uncertainly, uncer-tainly, while she looked hurt and ainnzed. Then he slowly retraced his steps. "I fancied you had something to tell me," she observed Innocently. "It wouldn't bo worth while. You see I am a poor man!" She clasped hor hands bohmd her and looked him over speculatively. Then she shook her head. "No, I don't call you a poor man. You're big and strong and rather nice; besides, you have the kind of blue eyes that I like" Sho stopped for a moment and then she finished softly: "Old Mr. Masham is my Idea of a poor man!" |