The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1897-07-03
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are my dstaah you know, and the boys
Ths mother insists. We'srs 90 much poor
q thsn I hnsw, and sheAays that you and
! might wait forever
/ Sylvia" be answered, "this ID simply
noDssnssi ] refuse 10 tshs you ssriously. u
"But, dear, We cannot marry, can Vef''
"What oould No do ON 500 . Year,"
"Well," she answered, with 0 sudden
merry look In her blue eyes, I'VE might
love on that, you know" 80
"Precisely--love ina cottage, eto."
"Even In quite nice little housep'
"You can't possibly propose
Certainly not don't. That's exactly
the question. We cannot love one another
IN "a nice little house on 500 year. There
fore must marry some, one else and live
In pslace without love on millioni,
Temple Lewis opened his eyes in amaze
ment. "Ah,p be said after considerable
pause, "you are all alike, you women.
Money, money-you'd sell your souls for
moneyi'' ~ y.
~ tried to sell 1t for Lowell" che said,
again with little laugh--a sad little
laugh this time-but Temple did not know
in the lenst what she meant. Women are
always illogical when discussing any seri-
GUS matter. He therefore strobe with
manly strides up and down the room and
frownoa and bit bis lip. Then at last he
came 10 standstill and said with really
noble calm, You mean to marry this mil
lionaireP"
The sight Of bis beautiful, strong faoe,
pale with suppressed indignation--just in
dignation--made the tears creep into her
eyes. What do you suggest, then" she
said.
"Suggestf' be repeated, with genuine
look Of dismay. "Whatshoul suggest"
II don't know" she answered, and the
tears went back whence they had come.
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Sylvia was engaged to the millionaire,
and Temple Lewis was miserable. "He is
co." he reiterated over and over again to
himself and sat his teeth. "Who would
have thought that Sylvia"-
Meanwhile Sylvia looked wistfully at
her lover when she mot 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
jaOkanapes even now If What was that
iff A month passed, and be watched-this
evil spirit watched, peered into their souls,
broke his own heart to sec tho clearer
through the cleft into theirs. Sylvia loved
the jackaDapes, the jaokanaCes loved
Sylvia, and money was the ''if, !" not with
Sylvia even, only with the jackanapes.
One morning the millionaire came to Syl-
via, and he said:
my little girl, I have been dreaming,
as old men arc won't to dream, very
pretty golden dream. Well, that's over.
While 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 itf Now, listen. Jackanapcs
has got post"
"Jaekanapes?"
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 happy! What do you
mean9"
"Just that, little girl. That Is how
love you. Goodby. 1t was the prettiest
dream In the world, my dream!" He
stopped down and kissed both her hands,
and she leaned suddenly forward and
looked into his eyes. "You gave him that
post, she said, but he only smiled sadly
and went away.
Temple Lewis found her next day sit.
ling 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
sfaction with her, with himself, with the
world In general.
"Oh, Sylvia" no said, "you are not 60
ing to marry that man after all, and now
NOW I have such splendid post!'
"You will be wanting wife, suppose,
n such position.
why, yes, Sylvia. should think so.
They expect one to be married, you know"
He sat by her side and took her hand in
lis. There followed a little silence. Then
10 continued: "Sylvia, now wo will be
married at once, won't we? You do really
ovo me? You did all tho time, didn't
'ouf Now that you have sent him away
Temple" she said, looking oddly up
1t him, II did love you, but l don't now.
don't love you atall - I love him.
loved you! Why, no. never loved you.
What am l sayingp We did not know what
he word meant. Oh, it was mean sort
f substitute, ours. But now know whatn
oor thing this love is which you, who are
Dung, offer to us. Temple, had read In
looks, in so many, so many books, about
owe, and always said to myself: There
9 no such thing. These are poets fancies
70 one in the world loves like that And
heard people say, She loves him; he is
n love with her, and thought, Il sup
oso they love as Temple and l love- and
began to see what an honor you were
onferring on me, for all the young men
nd every one else seemed to think poor
irl was privileged whom young men con-
escended to notice"
Sylvia, what are you saying?"
"Oh, you loved me in your own way no
oubt, but not SO much as you loved your
ubs, your luxurles, your very smart
othes, your shooting. was low down
, tho list of your pleasures Something
lust BIO forsworn, and l was the one you
,und easiest to do without" Sho looked
p ut him with no malice in her look and
'ughed, then added "Some ono else
ctermined to do without me too"
"SoiAe one else? Do you mean that that
,onndrel threw your"
Hush! His motive was different, you
&c, and l hnVe asked him to come back.
emple, the books did not lie. Tho poets
ncies were not only fancies All, when
me of you are as old as no you may have
armed to be as great hearted, and perhaps
you try very hard as delightful" she
lded demurely.
II don't understand anything you say.
have come to ask you to be my wife.
ill you, Sylvia?"
He stood before her, young, angry, mas
rfpl and condescending.
sNo, cannot. have promised"
"To marry the millionaire"
"To marry King Cophetua, whom