Smyrna times., 1899-12-27
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He Won Her In Poverty and Married
Her In Riches.

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MAY walk home with you?" he
asked.
1t was past o'clock on wet winter
night, and they had just come out of
church, where the vicar had been dis
coursing eloquently on the social equal
ity of man.
The girl looked up at the sky, opened
her umbrella, and said, "Yes"
'You think he was right?" The man
nodded his head in the direction of the
building they had just left.
"Not at ALL said she, with little
toss of her head. 81 think he was all
wrong in general"
"But in PARTICULAR"
"You and have nothing to do with
particulars" she remarked. kicking
away a stone which lay in her path.
"We are rticulars"-brief1y.
''No, we are not" retorted the girl.
1--WE are most decidedly generals. My
father is General Carwithen, my grand
father was General Carwithen; your
father is-a general dealer" This latter
was said under her breath.
The man did not contradict her; he
merely asked her if it made any differ
ence to themselves.
81 think we are, and always shall be,
as far apart as those two stars" she
said sadly.
The rain had ceased, and two watery
stars twinkled feebly in the gloomy
sky.
81 am nearly home now." she said,
after n little silence. You had better
not come any farther. Good night"
The man apparently did not see the
hand she held out. He said good night
laconically. but he turned and watched
her until she was out of sight.
Once home, she flung herself on the
bed in an agony of despair. The man
found his friend awaiting him on his
doorstep.
"Hello! You look bit down in the
mouth. Needham. | knew this busi-
ness wouldn't work satisfactorily, he
said.
Its working splendidly." answered
the other.
'"Then what is it?" asked his friend.
Randall Needham gave a little laugh
and shrugged his shoulders. ''The tale
is as old as the hills. Arthur" he said.
81 am in love"
"Phewr' calculated his friend.
"Oh. it's all right" said Needham
"She is perfect lady" Arthur
glanced round his friends study. Vio-
lins and bows galore Uttered the room;
music was the dominating passion OF
the mans life.
"She doesn't knOw?' he asked.
"Not she~ answered Needham. "She
thinks my father is a general dealer in
only heaven knows what! But IL
make her own she loves me before she
does know. No one here has evel
guessed my story. | am poor violiI
teacher, pure and simple"
"Not so simple, either" Grosvenol
laughed.
The two men had brought out thell
pipes and sat putting away at them t.
their hearts content.
"Look here, | met an old woman
know in the street today" went oil
Grosvenor 81 told her | was stayin:
with you, and she asked me to dim
there; she turned up her lofty nos
with scorn at the bare idea of you join
ing her select party at table. No on
is good enough for Mrs. Ranter; sh
has her precious girls future Il
think of, and you are not an eligible"
rlau
that's the name of my best pupil
mother. "Are you goingY
ais thy servant dog? returne'
Grosvenor.
"Mrs. Ranter is one of the most al
rant humbugs on the face of this earth
Nothing short of a title is worth any
thing to her." said Needham.
"Oh, know her." returned the Other
81 think she would sell her soul 70
position"
"If she had one" added Needhan
and they both laughed.
"How did that general dealer ide
get about?" asked Grosvenor. He ha
stopped smoking to refill his pipe.
"Oh, I don't known answered tn
other II expect Mrs. Ranter is at tn
bottom of 1t, and | haven't contradict
ed IL because 1t served my purpos
we'll"
''You were always rum chap, 20
know" said his friend. II can't thin
how it is people don't see throug
you"
Needham paused In the act Of putin
some coal on the fire. 81 have alway
had my Ideals" he said. zone of thei
was to be loved and married for myse
alone. My father being out In Canad
made II easy for me to sink my ident
ty. And I've had an ideal existenc