The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1906-06-28
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much poorer than l knew, and she says
that you and 1 might wait forever"
Temple Lewis opened his eyes -
Amusement. All" lie said after a co1-
siderable pause, you are ell alike, you
wOmca. Money, money-you'd sell
your souls for money
The sight of his strong face, pale
with suppressed Indignation. made the
tears creep into her eyes.
Sylvia was engaged to the million
aire, and Temple Lewis was miserable
HE is sixty" he reiterated over and
over again to himself and set his teeth
Who would have thought that Syl-
VIA
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 if? \ month passed
and he watched-thiS evil spirit watch
ed, peered into their souls, broke his
own heart to see the clearer through
the cleft into theirs. Sylvia loved the
jackanlpes, the jackanapes loved Syl-
via, and money was the If" not with
Sylvia even, only with the iackanapes.
One morning the millionaire came to
Sylvia, and he said:
My little girl, have been dreaming.
as old men are wont to dream, Il very
pretty golden dream. Well, that's over
While l was asleep dreaming the little
girl that loved was suffering, suffer
ing and suffering, just that my dream
might be golden. That sort of non
sense wouldn't do would it? Now
listen. Jackanapes has got a post"
"JackanapesT
Il beg your pardOn-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
mean"
"Just that, little girl That is how
love you. Goodby. 1t was the pretti-
est dream in the world, my dream!'
He stopped down and kissed both her
hands, and she leaned suddenly for
ward 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
sitting in the great, big drawing room
alone, her hands idle in her lap and a
wondrous look in her blue eyes. He
felt suddenly shy and could hardly
stammer out his satisfaction with her
with himself, with the world in gen
eral.
oh, Sylvia" he said, you are not
going to marry that man after all
and nOw-nOw / have such a splendid
post.'
You will be wanting Il wife, I sup
pose, in such a 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 his. There followed a lit
tie silence; then he continued: sylvia.
now we will be married at once won't
we? You do really love me. You did
all the time, didn't you? Now that you
have sent him away
Temple" she said, looking oddly
up at him, Il did love you, but I don't
now. l don't love you at all l love
him. Loved you. Why, no; never
loved you. What am l saying? We
did not know what the word meant.
Oh, it was mean sort of substitute,
ours. But now l know what a poor
thing this love is which you, who are
young, offer to us. Temple had read
in books, in so many, so many books,
about love, and l always said to my
self: There is no such thing. These
are poets fancieS. No one in the world
loves like that And l heard people
say, She loves him; he is in love with
her and | thought, 1 suppose they
love as Temple and l love- and l be-
gan to see what an honor you were
comforting on me, for all the young
men and every one else seemed to
think a poor girl was privileged whom
young men cOndescended TO notice"
"Sylvia, what are you sayingt"
"Oh, you loved me in your own way,
no doubt, but not so much as you loved
your clubs, your luxurics, your very
smart clothes, your shooting l 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 you"
flush His motive was different,
you see, and have asked him to come
back. Temple, the books did not lie.
The poets fancies We're not only fan
cies. All, when some of you are as old
as he you may have learned to be as
great hearted and perhaps if you try
very hard as delightful" she added de-
murely
Il don't understand anything you
say. l have come to ask you to be my
wife. VIII you, Sylvan"
He stood before her young, angry.
masterful and cOndescending.
mo, I cannot. l have promised"
ITO marry the milionaire?"
ITO marry King Cophetua, whom
love. Yes, Temple. You mustn't tell
any one, but l love him shamefully."-
Westminster Budget.