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' PI ipflfll
j' A "GOOD FELLOW
3 By James Henry Ashley.
Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
"I hate to do it, Millie. Of
fcourse I respect your father, just
s I love you, but I am decidedly
rafraid he is going to put a dam
)ener on my my "
' f "Budding affections !" mirthful
i 'oUt.jtij '
J'How Much Have You Saved?"
3'ly supplemented Millie of the
--bright laughing eyes and ever
ohappy heart. "Oh, you great
b coward! Why, papa wouldnt
3iharm a fly." '
3c "But I'm not a fly," remon
strated Marvin Bates, dolefully.
fer'Tm a big, blundering idiot who
ohas been lucky enough to inter--Jcst
the best girl in the world, and
expect that her family are going
it to turn their jewel over to a fel
slow who has ntt had the sense to
save up enough to give her the
golden cage she has been used
"Marvin," sard Milly, quite se
riously, "I told you at the start
that my lodging girlish ideal has
been love, true love, in a cottage,
a real cottage." '
"Yes," assented Marvin, rue
fully, "but where is the cottage?"
"That's just what papa wants
to talk to you about," replied
Milly, with dancing eyes. "So go
ahead, you great modest fellow,
and don't let him make you be
lieve that I'm too precious to
It was a pretty trying ordeal
for Marvin. All his life he had
been what is called "a good fel
low." Not a reckless roysterer
in any sense of the word, but
true-hearted, careless of his
money, sometimes careless of his
obligations. When a friend was
in need he could always rely on
Marvin to help him out. When
Marvin took a fancy to anything
he bought it, no matter what it
might cost. j
Hitherto he had rather prided
himself on his "good fellow"
actions. That bubble reputation,
however, seemed flimsy as tissue
paper as he entered the library of
the Worthington home and faced
the hard-headed, practical father
of the girl he loved, in whose
hands lay all his destiny at that
"Milly, that is, my your
daughter, Miss Worthington,
thought I had better s'ee you, sir,
"blundered out Marvin, tripping
oyer a rug and landing on the pel;