Beworvatc atc Beliefonte, Pa., October 3i, 1902. LITTLE MILLIONAIRES. Twenty little millionaires Playing in the sun; Millionaires in mother-love, Millionaires in fun. Millionaires in leisure hours, Millionaires in joys, Millionaires in hopes and plans, Are these girls and boys. Millionaires in health are they, And in dancing blood, Millionaires in shells and stones, Sticks and moss and mud ; Millionaires in castles In the air, and worth Quite a million times as much As castles on the earth. Twenty little millionaires, Playing in the sun; Oh, how happy they must be, Every single one! Hardly any years have they, Hardly any cares; But in every lovely thing Multi-millionaires. — Youth's Companion. CINDERELLA. Young Hetherington filled his brier wood ipe. 2 You don’t mind, do yon? You are al- ways so jolly and chummy.” She smiled a little deprecatingly. There were times when somehow she wished He- therington did not find her so jolly and chummy, though these times had nothing $0 do with the brier wood pipe. The com- fortahle house was hers in effect, and she, the friendless and Kkinless kindergarner, must of course have felt it good fortune to be saved the lot of the boarding house and given the companionship of pleasant and well set up people. All the other young women she knew told her over and over again and reminded her that she ought to be grateful for her mercies. Is is true thas if Mrs. Hetherington’s oldest daughter had not married and gone to live in a distant city and her youngest had not died she perhaps would not have felt she need of a girlish presence in the house enough to take in Winifred. Winifred watched Hugh Hetherington, lift his fine length and move across the room after a light for his pipe. As the match flare flickered on his clean features, she thought, as any woman muss have, what a handsome fellow he was. Bat Win- nie thought also that if her own mouth had not heen so big, her tendency to freckle so hopeless and the sins of her hair so uncom- promisingly red Mrs. Hetherington might nos have liked her so well. Moreover, she looked a bit older than Hugh, too, though she had carefully figured out that she, in fact, was a year younger. But, then, Hugh's childhood had passed in the flush of pleasure and the sunshine of affection, and hers?—She was too hum- ble to be sorry for herself and too wise not to see in the worst that had ever happen- ed her the possibilities of still worse and thus be thankful for the Providence that had kept her in its hand. But yet this evening she thought more sharply than usual of another girl's sym- metry, her gowns, her accomplishments, her opportunities, all the things that are dear |’ to the heart of woman. And why not? Venus herself was not irresistible until she pat on the right girdle. Hugh bad asked her to help in comparing some lists,and she knew very well that every minute of help she gave him that evening was an extra minute for the other girl. She bent her head over the papers before her, for the things she was thinking must steal into her face in spite of herself. ‘“Are you very tired ?”’ said Hetherington kindly, but altogether impersonally. She raised her head and smiled. What was the use? Ifit were not this misery, it would be something else for a waif such as she. ¢‘Oh, not at all,”’ she raid. . ‘I do not believe there is another girl, who would be as patient ag you are with all my tiresome stuff and with me too. Even mother’s endurance gives out once in a while, and she scolds about my den. If it weren’t for you, I don’t kuow what would happen. If you're really not tired. I want to go over these lists with you now and shen I'm off for the Kendrick recep- tion. Gertrude Stevenson will be there,’’ he said a happy little smile playing about his lips. ‘‘Seems to me she is getting more beautiful every day. Don’t you think 80?” Hetherington did not even look at her, for his answer. He was indeed insisting on heing even chuommier than usual this evening, and Winifred bent her head close over the papers once more. “Of course,”’” Hetherington went on. “‘Gertrude is popular,very. Sillington has a mint of money, too, but I don’t think she’s the kind of girl who would stoop to anything like that. : Winifred had to listen to that and much more in snatches and monologues, and she was glad when at last Hetherington lefs. There are times when it is singularly hard er to be ‘‘chummy’’ than at others. The next morning Hetherington had gone when she came to breakfast, some- thing most unusual for him. In the even- ing he did not ask her help. He talked very little, and Mrs. Hetherington later said to her hushand, ‘‘Can it be that Hugh is not well ?”’ Sr Her hushand look:d up retrospectively, over his glasses. *‘Maybe he’s in love. Maybe he has proposed to some girl, and she’s turned him down Every young fellow has to have a lesson or two. It wou’s hart him, sap- e. ‘Oh, how can you talk so? I am sure Hugh would not propose to a girl without talking to me about it firss,”’ Wherenpon Mr. Hetherington senior smiled behind bis paper and went on read- ing. A long and comparatively serene mat rimonial voyage had taught him that ar- guments ouly fill thesails with head winds. Winifred herself neither questioned nor seemed to take heed of Hugh's moods. Af- ter several evenings he came down and ask ed her once more to come and help him. “What do you. think, Winifred, ’he said abraptly after awhile, ‘‘ought to be the test of love ? 1 should think if someone loves you all the time, whether you are fresh or tired. pleasant or not pleasant, successful or not.’ “‘Fresh or tired, pleasant or not pleasant succes