San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-11-18

81 have been working Gus one OF ray
IDEAS" he replied. 81 have said nothing
TO you, Ismay; but here is the result Of
some weeks diligent application"
He showed her the model of steam
engine into which he had introduced an,
improvement so great that, If adopted, IL
would lead to important results. She
took ND the model carelessly, as though IL
were toy.
81 will show you the improvements
will explain it, fsmay."
She looked at him with a pretty express
sion of fright
NAY, do not explain, Paul. / am not
quick to understand: things of that Kind
do not interest me-"
His face fell; his sensitive nature always
shrunk from such careless words.
Everything that interests me should
interest you, Ismay," he observed, half
sorrowfully; but she did not even hear the
words
And from this may spring a fortune"
she said. musingly. "Ah, Paul, Paul,
make haste! Time is flying. We grow
older every day, and youth is the season
for enjoyment. Make haste-work hard"
He looked earnestly at her.
"Why do you long so for wealth, lsmayp
| he asked.
Because of the pleasure and luxury it
will bring" she replied, promptly, yet
| with smile that disarmed all anger.
Cannot make You believe, sweet, how
many things there are to be preferred to
mere money-health. for instance! OF
| what use would all the wealth in the
| world be if you were ill?'
| Il understand all that" she interrupted,
impatiently.
| Again, money could not buy such love
| as mine, sweet-so true, so tender! Nor
| could money buy anything One-half so
| precious rs that little darling playing
| there
| Il understand all that" she repeated.
Suppose you had to choose between me
and wealth Ismay-which would you pre-
fer?"
| what idle words" she exclaimed, half
laughingly.
| But you do not answer them, sweet
Which would you prefer"
| She looked up at him with halfstartled
| glance.
| How could such state of things be!"
she asked. How could wealth and you
| be rivals in my estimatiOn?"
| That could never be, of course" he
replied Il am merely suppOsing such a
| case"
| He never forgot the hour and the words
| They had wandered down to the brook
side. and sat watching the sunset. BY
Ismay's side grew large bush of south
ern-wood, and as they talked she crushed
the leaves in her hands. To the last day
of his life, Paul Waldron associated all
his sorrows, joys, love, and pains with the
| perfume of southernwood.
| "You have not answered me-" he per-
sisted.
II cannot" she said, laughing, 81 have
not your faculty for suppOsing cases. /
have not the gift of putting myself in 9th
er peoples places, and trying to imagine
what should do"
But, Ismay, the question is so plain you
cannot puzzle long over it, If you had to
| choose between money and me, which
would you prefer"
| Such thing can never be-" she re-
piled why try to make me solve prob
lem that life will never offer to meS l
have read somewhere that people never
have the one thing they want-I shall
never have a fortune"
/
he asked, impatiently.
1T is the ambition of most men," she
replied. "They toll for it all day, they
dream of it all night, they give up peace
and love for it, they sacrifice honor, trnth,
and principle to obtain it; some of them
are willing even to sell their souls in Or
der to win it. If do long for fortune I
am only like the rest"
He looked terribly disappointed.
There is nothing in the world you would
prefer to me?" he questioned
And then she detected his anxiety, and
laughed again.
| You want pretty compliments, Paul
Suppose that | refuse to give them. Is
there anything on earth that wives prefer
| to their own husbands?"
The eyes raised to his were bea utiful in
their love and tenderness; he could not
look at that most fair face and think the
heart beneath it anything but pure He
bent down and kissed it.
DO not think doubted you. It is not
that; but, when a mans heart lies in the
| hollow of q woman's hand-when his life
lies at her feet-when every hope of his
existence is centered in her-is it strange
that he should try at times to measure her
| love for him?n
The passion of his words-the love in his
face-the unutterable tenderness of his
manner-touched her deeply. She flung
away the bruised and broken sprays Of
southernwood and clasped her hands
round his neck.
mo one could ever love me as you do,
Paul" she said.
And he was happy with unutterable