The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-05-08

raj suspicion had prevented him from
declaring his attachment.
Arthur, I" he said, show can a wealthy
man ever believe In the disinterested at
tentions of q woman? ?"
oh" said his friend with a whistle.
sits the wind that way? I had nv sus-
piclons, old boy. But you don't mean
to say that you entertain such ungener-
ldeasl l could not think SO badly
of Susie"
Because you know she is only wait
ing on you to make a home for her.
The case Is utterly different. A man
without money has the satisfaction of
knowing that he is loved for himself
alone"
"BahW cried his friend contemptu-
oltsiy. you either do not love the
girl, or you are a bigger fool than I take
you for. Strange how people who have
no troubles will go out of the way to
make them. Well, ] am off to get some
luncheon; are you coming?"
No, Richard would stay where he
was. He felt rather glad to be left
alone with his thoughts.
Young, rich and handsome, he was as
utterly miserable as any mortal with
such advantages could be. HIS money
seemed to stand between him and hap
piness, and yet he would not have
parted with it for any consideration. He
priced it so much that he feared that it
might have the same value in the eyes
of the girl he loved. What If it induced
her to give him her hand without her
heart?
Edith Palmer was comparatively
poor, and he knew she loved pleasure.
She had often told him as much, and
complained of the dullness of her life.
He remembered how her cheeks had
flushed and her eyes sparkled with ex-
element when he had spoken of the gay
world of fashion, or described the differ
ent places he had seen.
"No, I will not ask her to be my wife"
he told himself with intense bitterness.
my money is to great a temptation for
any woman to resist. She would accept
my offer if she didn't love me, and /
should discover it afterwards, and be
wretched for life. ] will leave S--as
o as possible, and try to forget her"
He had risen now and turned his
back upon the sea, and some children
who were playing in the sand gazed af-
ter him in surprise, wondering what
made that big man look so cross. He
certainly had anything but an agreeable
expression on his face as he walked
along nibbling the ends of his long
mustache.
"Hallo, Mr.. Maur," said somebody
at His elbow, in a clear, young voice.
"Oh, is it you, Jack ?" returned Rich
ard. Where are you off to now?"
Jack was Edith Palmer's brother, and
Richard had shown him many kind
nesses, completely winning his boyish
heart.
1T was looking for you," said Jack.
"Come up to the house and see Joe,
will you? Father says he does not like
the look of him. Do come; there is no.
body at home; Edith has gone to see
Susie Brown"
"AIl right, I'll come" returned Rich
ard, relieved and yet disappointed that
he would not see Jacks sister.
The Palmers lived in a small house
neal the sea, and Jack dragged Rich
ard into a small back parlor, commu-
nicating with the drawing-ro room by fold
ing-doors.
"Wait here" he said, while | go and
look for joe"
And he dashed out ef the room iii
search of his retriever before Richard
could utter a word Of remonstrance.
The young man sat down on n of
the shabby chairs, and relapsed into
thought. The more he saw of the pow
erty of the Palmers, the stronger grew
his conviction that his money must
have some influence on Edith.
Presently he began to grow impa-
tient at Jacks prolonged absence, and
the next moment he heard q sound of
voices.
~ am so glad / persuaded you to
come back with met was Edith
Palmer who spoke-"I should have felt
SO dull all by myself"
ST am very glad ! came" said Susie,
for he instantly recognized the voice as
belonging to Arthur Renmore's sweet
heart. "What on earth is the matter
with you, dear? You are not the girl
you were."
ssThere is nothing the matter with
me-" cried Edith, and to prove it she
burst into tears.
"Don't cry said Susie, wiping away
the bright drops with her own little lace
handkerchief. 81 do believe you have
some secret you are keeping from me.
Have you e Mr.. Maur lately" she
added abruptly.
aDo you think ! am crying about Mr..
Maur?h asked Edith, coloring with q
ger.
"I don't know, I am sure" returned
Susie. sI could cry if ] was In your