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ABABA AYR" '..
By Augustus Goodrich. Sh"erwin.
"Why, Colonel Travrs sends five
hundred miles for a plate, of stfaw
"berrifes costing a. dollar V, piece,, if he
takes'the natfpn," was the -way Greg
ory Jones usually dgacsined upon the
Hillsdale haU ''They-sajtQ'cithat he
has branlnotes DQiftyiu lno bqoks
in his library."
Gregory was jglven to a great deal
of exaggeration, hut't&ere was a cer-
Localedrthe .Lorifc Chick in Its Roost.
tain basis to his profuse statements.
The" Travers people lived in grand
style. They were pleasant, liheral, and.
spent a good deal of money with the
village storekeepers. There was,
therefpre, considerable regrefcwhen it
wasi known that tie hall had been
In HiHsdaleiall-Gregory was-very
mucbbintjfefestpd. He was given many
an. odd task well paid for by the col
onel. The matron of that lordly es
tablishment wa3 Mrs. Susan. Mbston.
She was a buxoyr widow, cheery but
an business. Gregory had felt a grow
ing fondness for her for years, and
the wfdow really liked, him, However,
he had nothing but what he earned,
and at times work was slack.
On the day that the hall people
moved, Gregory brushed up his best
suit and started for the hall with a
determined, though anxious face. He
expected to find Susan there, and he
did seated on the top step of the
porch. The house, had been divested
of all its, furniture and moving vans
were visible down the road. Susan
had the keys of the house in her
hands and looked lonely.
"You've been crying, Susan," ob
served Gregory, sitting down beside
"Yes, I'll admit it," confessed Su
san, making room for him. "It grieves
to leave such a kind, liberal family."
"What are you going to do now?"
softly insinuated Gregory, edging
nearer to her.
"Why, my sister, the milliner,
wants me to rest .up with her till I
find a new place."
"Susan," said Gregory, with long
ing eyes, "you know my feelings to
"I do, Gregory," acknowledged Su
san," frankly, ''and feel honored by
them. It is useless to talk about that,
though, just now. All I have Is the" little-
plat of farm land my mother left
me. You will have to wait till you get
some steady position."
"And then, Susan?" pressed Greg
"Why, the day you can make a
start to stock up the farm I win be
glad and willing to go into life pato
nersbip with you."
"It's a good, sensible woman yott
are," declared George warmly. 'Tm
going to deserve you, and then Tm
going to have you."
"I hope so," returned Susan, with
an encouraging smile. 'Tm waiting
for the agent of the seminary people
to give him the keys. Oh, Gregory,
would yqu do a. favor for m.e"