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Show j Slants on Life By J. A. WALDRON 7? When Money Doesn't Count '"pHE door of the mansion of Josiah Springstreet was opened by a servant In livery almost as pictorial as the uniform of a volunteer fireman, I and the card of Count de Bonelle was I taieu to Miss Agnes Springstreet, to whom the count was paying court. The Sprlngstreets were ambitious for this younger daughter. Before Josiah Jo-siah had won bis pile, his elder daughter, daugh-ter, Gertrude, had made a commonplace common-place match and was now a social nobody. no-body. The Count de Bonelle was ushered into the drawing room and was soon joined by Miss Springstreet. They greeted each other warmly. It was whispered In the household that if these two should marry love would dominate money on one side and distinction dis-tinction on the other a very unusual result, A new maid to Miss Agnes, named Dolores, had been engaged the day before this visit of the count, Dolores was certainly a curious person, for when her mistress went to Join the count the maid looked at the count's card. Then she stole downstairs and from the refuge of a heavy curtain spied upon the lovers. Their endearments endear-ments affected her strangely, for she hurried upstairs again and dressing hurriedly for the street told another maid she had been called out unexpectedly. unex-pectedly. Having an apartment In a neighbor-tag neighbor-tag hotel, as he said, the count vls- She Stole Downstairs and Spiea Upon the Lovers. lted the Sprlngstreets on foot. As he left the mansion, he met the maid nearby. "Dolores!" "Christophe !" For a moment they stood looking at each other. "Do you Intend to marry Miss Springstreet?" "Why do you ask?" "I became her maid yesterday." "But what about you and me?" "What would you? I can't afford to marry you, my dear." "Call me Dolores, please. And you never intended to." "If you will be fair with me in this. It shall profit you." "Pair? A bribe, eh?" Dolores laughed, but not mirthfully. "And we still can be friends." "Friends?" "Why not, pray?" "Well, why not? And you love Miss Springstreet?" "She Is young and strikingly attractive. attrac-tive. Men, you know " "I know you told me you loved me. If I had money ns much as Miss Springstreet wotdd yon marry me?" "Con you doubt It?" The count looked at her tenderly and rolled his eyes. "Rut I am without money, and so I suppose I must let you marry her If you will keep your word. You said It. would profit me. now much?" "If you will further my suit, the day after I marry her I will give you ten thousand dollars. It shall be a part of the dot I shall make a shrewd bargain." "P.ut what Is your word worth? You once promised to marry me. Will you hind yourself by a paper that I may keep?" The count looked nt her, but her expression was Inscrutable. "If I decline de-cline to do this?" "Then you shall never marry Miss I Springstreet." "Well my Dolores, meet me at Du-fantl's Du-fantl's for luncheon tomorrow and I will give you such a paper If you agree to h. Ip my suit." "Why shouldn't I help you, when we so thoroughly understand each other?" The-y shook hands nnd separated. j The next day they met at Dufantl's. : Dolores had procured the making of a j paper In plain terms and the count ' signed It. It was n'so witnessed. j When the count called nt the Sprlne- I street mansion two days later he '! I met at the d"or by Josiah Sprlngs'reyt In person. I "So you're no ennnt. after all Jnst j I a chef at Dufanti's. eh?" ; And Josiah kicked him down the ' spacious steps, at 1'ie meeniit utter- j ly lr'l!'Tir ai to an aristocratic neigh- . j borhnnd'jj ciiii"s;ty ' A.-aln It whs proved that n woman j bent on revenge cures nothing for money Ai.d. hy tl:'1 way. hen a w oman is In one not bins els uintters. Misi Sprlr,c!r'et and Chrlstopln eloped the Devi d iy (Coprr'.tht.) |