The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1869-08-08

wealth. 10 We, how s1roelyu how gkadlysi1
would have laid il al in his hand" And
he, utterly selfish, rattled on, unheedipg
thas ferce warfare that love and pride
were waging in that &entle bosom. AZ
last, lie ross TO CO. Well Fam" rather
gsts9nisi1s rd s = 1 auRPSss ySs Sg, VIZ hear
/ i Fsp ! a,s raised her eyeasT5hy0w hey tender and
~, do nos know VIII, 1 should. Mr.
: ''Mr: Graham" who had always been
"Paup before, had never started at the
shrek OF passing shell, as he did at a
nameless something in that low, even
"Why, Fan" he cried; ''in, the name
Of all that's wonderful, what is the mat
! OF have besn dreaming, nsaia the girl,
"and have just awakened. hope 1 did
not startle youlrIa,r,
"By the godsl you did. thought Been
dreaming, eh? What.aboutp"
.'"Abo9t a great poMession, that I
'thought was mine. t dreamed that you
loved me, 5Raul:"ut ,.H ~
$50 Z do, my angel. 80 do"
-."You do not" she answered, calmly.
"You love but two things on the face of
the earth-yourseh and your money"
! -T"You are wrong my dear little Fanny,
for love you; and you must not be 80
hard on a fellow, whose greatest fault is,
that he wants to enjoy himself little
before settling down."
"There was q time," said she, "when
you swore your chief Joy was to be near
me. But all this wealth has changed
you. 1 was foolish not to know it. For
give me, Paul, that did not release you
at OIL &C."
She spoke without any passion, and
he looked sharply at her, to see if she
could be in earnest, but there was no
smile on the glowing lip, and no light in
the fearful eyes.
"Why, Fan, you abominable jilt!" he
exclaimed, lightly; ''you do not think
am going to give you up, do you? No.
You are to be my true princess always,
and after little while We will be mar
ried, and, as the story books say, 'live
happily together ever AFTER"
: But she only shook her head, and
said, "No, Paul; you are free. It is bet
ter 30. I know it is."
And he, not fully persuaded that she
was wrong, did not entreat with the
warmth and passion lie would have
evinced before his fortunate windfall;
for he, silly fellow, thinking half mill
lion Eould buy everything he could
possibly want, with the trifing ingre-
dent of happiness thrown in, left her
standing there with her firm denial and
breaking heart. is!She'u come round, ~
thought he; "and if she don't, why, BY
the powers, there are plenty more. Pick
and chooses Paul, my man, take your
time. Cdsp6 diehaf That's your motto!"
Cdrpe diensl With what a relish it
went. Women and wine, houses and
dogs, cards and -dicel Everything that
pander to'a's vitiated taste. No estab-
lishment could via Nithsliis In the luxury
of its appointinsnts ntss no Hounds SO feet;
no Stud Sls md the 5best blood in
his stalls tsa lS piea of the pace at
which, he was Is,shiHe ~ ruin.
Could the old man ~ho had amassed
all that money, with shch pains taking
and miserly care, scraping it together
from highways and by-ways, have seen
how rapidly it was flowing back into its
old channels, he could not surely have
lain 80 still in his narrow house. No
phantom hand, however, closed around
the money bags, and the string of Paul
Graham 8 purse always chung on the
outside
Thus it continued for two years. "Dear
little Fan" was well-nigh forgotten in
the multiplicity of exciting pleasures he
managed to crowd into the days. His
friends-of whom lie had host-(for
what good fellow who spent money free
ly ever lacked themP His friends, I
say, looked on him with certain kind
of admiration for his recklessness, and
pity for the ruin that was inevitably COM
ing upon him. 4 ,l.
At first, Paul had supposed that the
purse of Fortunatns never in its palmiest
days contained more than half a million
but latterly he began to have torebod-
ings that, through the glitter of the coin,
he could see something that looked mar
velously like the bottom of the wallet.
And though he had enjoyed the day
wonderfully, he did not like the pros
pect OF night coming on with its dark
ness and want.
''Some fools would tell me to econo-
mize on what is left, he soliloquized,
in taking mental review of the situa-
tion; ''but that's not my style. Live,
while you do live, Paul, my hearty, and
die, if die you must, bravely, with colors
flying! Before giving up, however, I'll
strike once more for life and liberty
that iS T'll on roupd m Tolhok,s So1oo,