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| our fond, ambitious hopes for you?'
Oh, Olive, my heart will break ?
But there was really little d anger
Of that, with Olive there to console
her.
The girl was SO brave, so patient
under their reverse Of fortune, so lg-
norant yet of the exigencles of lte,so
hopeful Of the future and so self,rell-
ant, that she was a veritable sunbeam
in the house. She looked on the
bright side always-before her moth
er, at least-and had a merry way of
painting the advantages Of their pow
ertv that, from her, was irresistible.
why, see what | gain by the loss
of my fortune?' she would cry
'I1eiresses are always married Tor
their money, | have heard-at any
rate, they can't be certain Of the con-
trary. Now, AS it is, you know, |
shall have the satisfaction Of knowing
that | am loved for myfelf alone, A
precious salary Of loor dolIrrs a week
won't be much Of an inlucement to
any man. And if had been FASH
ionable bride. aud married somebody
grand, wouldn't he have carried ne
off 10 Europe a..ay from you, Ilttle
,no,her9 Whilst now | can Inarrv
some splendid hero such as We read
of, who'll achieve f.ne and fortune
for all three Of US; and while he Is
doing it yon can live with us and be
our household angel. Though, indeed
if YOU prefer rich bridegroom for
me, perhaps he may appear; lie has
IFS pIeasaut resources as we'll rs It's
sad ones Evcrvone called me pretty
when we were rich, and my nce can I
have altered, whatever fortune may
have done. Wants 50 appropriate,
so altogether charming, as for some
great millionaire to fall in love with
the poor working girl and marry hel?
she laughed merrily. They do in
stories, sometimes you know. The
trouble is, how is the millionaire to
see me Or stay sometimes 1t Is
the rich employer who marries the
poor girl Mr., Benton, nov, merrl.
! " her laugh rang out out, Mamma,
dear, he's the cro,sest, ca.bbedest ole!
fellow, with white hair and specta-
cles, | IN afraid he won t even look
at mc. All, well, never mind can
wait for my millionaire
And away she went, hummlng
merrily the quaint old song:
Sir, she sail, sir she said,
My face is my fortune, sir. she SAID.
| And the mother, co!Gfortel in spite
of herself AMI ci erred bv the girl 5
high spirits, would smile even while
she sighed and mingled her natural
fears and sad misgivings Of the un.
known future with iervent prayers
that her fair child, who took life $
dark frowns so braveIy, might yet
live to prove the truth of her own
i bright words and bask in its sunniest
smiles.
Life has its pleasant reverses as
well as its sad ones. So said Olive,
knowing really nothing about 1t; but
nevertheless, in her light. hearted
courage, hitting upon very pleasant
truth. And just at present the world
at large was gossiping busily over a
case in point.
The case of Mark Dane, the wealthy
Californian, who had left New York
some fifteen years before our story
opens, poor youth of eighteen, with
nothing bnt youth and health and
strength, good education, certain
letters OF introduction, and three hun
dred dollars Education, letters and
money were the gift of a generous
friend) to aid him to earn his way to
fortune. To be sure, he possessed
some natural gifts, such as keen tact,
high amb tion, indonitable energy
and rndoubted courage, as we'll as
certain brillian mt talents, which stood
him in good stead and, however it
came about, one thing was certain,
namely, that he had made the est
use OF his advantages for the fortune
he had won set all New York Won
dering, and the poor boy of fifteen
wears ago found the charmed circle