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mult be Vincent Und. She noted a
quick brightness in the eyes of Eu
genie, a conscious flush as she felt
the penetrating,' questioning glance
of her aunt.
"Well, aunty, what do you think of
x our young poet?" challenged Eugen
ie, brightly, an hour later, as Vincent
' "He is fairly enchanting," replied
Mrs. Ward, with enthusiasm. "Such
"Which don't answer for the bread
and butter, though," put in. Mr.
Noyes.Who had drifted up to the spot.
"He is a dear, good fellow," cham
pioned Eugeriie with more than usual
animation. "Just look at this lovely
bunch of first wild violets he brdught
me. Mrf Blackburn wouldn't do that.
It would take lime and he counts the
minutes as though they 'were gold
dollars. As to Mr. Morse,' he would
buy halfsuffocated flowefS at the
florist's and consider his duty done."
Dreamer and poet as Vincent was,
there was quite a practical phase to
his temperamental idiosyncrasies. He
did quite some profitable work as a
magazine artist His occasional writ
ings, too, were acceptable at several-
sources, rne troume was, nowever,
that he would wander in the woods
for days, idly dreaming, worshiping
nature, waiting-fof an inspiration to
draw his thoughts to some definite
focus that would enable him to pro
duce something marketable.
At Bridgeton there was just then
a theme which filled the public mind
with interest. A pioneer of the dis
trict named Burton had died, leaving
an immence fortune. His only heir
was a nephew who resided In Chi
cago and who was himself substan
tially rich, t
This nephew had decided fo show)
his appreciation- of the- magnificent
legacy by designing the erection of ,a
'costly statue in the market place of
the town that his uncle had founded.
A prize of -$10,000 was offered for the
best'desien of the prospective work
The Noyes family, Aunt Eunice
and Blackburn, Morse and Vincent,
were gathered in the garden one aft-'
ernoon engaged in animated conver
sation. Mr. Blackburn was in high
"1 have made a very pretty penny
in the sale of the property for the site
of the monument," he vaunted. "Gotr
just about six prices."
"This Burton statue business haaj
been quite a windfall for me as well,"
boasted Morse. i
"How is that?" inquired Mrs.,
"I am appointed trustee for ther
project and will have change of alii
construction details," explained the
young lawyer. i
Eugenie glanced at Vincent. He
sat silent, abstracted as usual. She
pitied him in her inmost heart. While
Vincent evinced no envy as to the
good fortune of the two young men.f
she felt that he must- experience as
natural depression at not figuring
smartly as they in the current good
fortune of a local enterprise.
"Don't go," she murmured in pass
ing him, as -the others rose from the
rustic benches. "I want to hear that
new poem of yours."
His face, suddenly shining, his
eyes illumined with grateful recog
nition of her kindness, rewarded Eu
genice for a free condescension she
would have considered unmaidely if
bestowed on others of coarser mental
"I can't- help it," whispered, Eu
genie to her aunt, as the latter gave
her a quizzical look as she walked
away to a sheltering garden hook
with Vincent. "My heart just goes
out to him. He seems so lonely, so
unused to worldly ways."
What an hour it was for the poet
andl dreamed! And for Eugenie, too!
She' realized that she was giving en
couragement to her enraptured com
panion. Within her secret soul she
realized, tooj that she was glad of it.
Suddenly he took her hand. He
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