The evening tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 189?-190?, 1897-06-21
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"But, dear, we cannot marry, can wey
"What could we do on 800 n yearY"
| "Well," she answered, with a sudder
merry look In her bluo eyes. 1--WE might
love ON that, you know"
| "Precisoly-loye In cottage, etc."
| "Even In quite nice littlo housoi''
"You can't possibly propose"-
Certainly not. Idon't. That's exactly
the question. We cannot love ono another
In nice little house on 900 year. There-
fore l must marry some one else and live
In n palace without love on millionl"
Temple Lewis opened his eyes In amaze
ment. "Ah," no said after considerab bic
pause, 'yon arc all alike, you women.
Money, money-you' fell your souls for
money! ~
II tried to sell 1t for Lowell" she said,
again with little laugh--a sad little
laugh this timc--but Temple did not know
In tho least what sho meant. Women are
always illogical when discussing any seri-
Gus matter. He therefore strobe with
manly strides up and down the room and
frowned and bit his lip. Then at last he
came to a standstill and said with really
noble calm, "You mean to marry this mil
lionaire?'' s.
nalo with suppressed NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. in
die, ,ation-made tho tears creep into her
eyes. What do you suggest, thens' she
said.
"Suggestl" he repeated, with a genuine
look of dismay. "Wbat should suggest?"
II don't know" sho answered, and the
tears went back whence they ha1 come.
Sylvia was engaged to tho millionaire,
and Temple Lewis was miserable. He Is
co." he reiterated over and over ngain to
himself and set his toetff. "Who would
have thought that Sylvia
Meanwhile Sylvia looked wistfully at
her lover when she met him, SO that he
who was old caught the look one day and
knew that the little girl he was to marry
would sacrifice all his millions for that
jackanapes even now If What was that
ifP A month passed, and he watched--th
evil spirit watched, peered into their souls,
broke his own heart to see tho clearer
through the cleft into theirs. Sylvia loved
the jackanapes, the jackanapes loved
Sylvia, and money was the "if, not with
Sylvia even, only with the jaokanapes.
One morning tho millionaire came to Syl-
via, and he said:
my little girl, I have been dreaming,
as old men are wont to dream, very
pretty golden dream. Well, that's over.
While i was asleep dreaming the little girl
that loved was suffering, suffering and
suffering, just that my dream might be
golden. That sort of nonsense wouldn't
do, would it' Now, listen. Jackanapes
has got post"
"Jackanapes?"
II beg your pardon-Mr Temple Lewis
"a very good post--a thousand year to
start with. And now you can marry and
be happy"
Marry and be happyi What do you
meanr'
"Just that, little girl. That is bow
love you. 0oodby. 1t was the prottiest
dream in tho world, my dreamP' He
stopped down and kissed both her hands,
and she leaned suddenly forward and
looked into his eyes. lyon gave him that
post, T" she said, but he only smiled sadly
and went away.
Temple Lewis found her next day sit.
ting In the great, big drawing room alone,
her hands idle In her lap and wondrous
look In her blue eyes. He felt suddenly
shy and could hardly stammer out his sat
with her, with himself, with the
world in general. 4
"Oh. Sylvia" he said, "you ore not 60
ing to marry that man after oil, and now
now I have such splendid post!'
"You will be wanting wife, / suppose,
In such q position"
"Why, yes, Sylvia. I should think So
They expect one to be married, you know"
He sat by her side and took her hand In
bis. There followed a little silence. Then
he continued: "Sylvia, now we will be
at once, won't weY You do really
love me? You did all the time, didn't
youf Now that you have sent him away
"Templo" she said, looking oddly up
at him, II did love you, but ! don't now.
/ don't love you at all. - love him.
Loved you'll Why, no. I never loved you.
What am sayingP We did not know what
the word meant. Oh, it was a mean sort
of substitute, ours. But now know what
poor thing this love Ia which you, who are
young, offer to US. Temple, had read in
books, In 80 many, SO many books, about
love, and always said to myself: There
Is no such thing. These are poets fanoies.
No one In the world loves like that And
! heard people say, She loves him; he Is
In love with her, and thought, Il sup
pose they love as Temple and l love- and
! began to SEQ what an honor you were
comforting on me. for all the young men
and every one else seemed to think a Door
girl was privileged whom young men con-
descended to notice."
"Sylvia, what are you saying?'
"Oh, you loved me in your own way no
doubt, but not so much as you loved your
clubs, your luxuries, your very smart
clothes, your shooting. 1 was low down
In the list Of your pleasures. Something
must be forsworn, and was the one you
found easiest to do without" She looked
up at him with no malice In her look and
laughed, then added, "Some one else
determined to do without me too"
"Some one else? DO you mean that that
scoundrel threw your
Hush His motive was different. you
zee, and l have asked him to come back.
Temple, the books did not lie. The poets
faDcies were not only fancics. All, when
some OF you are as old as no you may have
learned to he rs great hearted, and perhaps
II you try very hard as delightful" she
added denurely.
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