The Pensacola journal., 1906-07-13
WHAT COUNTS

are my sisters, you know, anu tne
boys! The mother insists. We are SO
much poorer than l knew, and she says
that you and might wait forever.
Temple Lewis opened his eyes In
amazement. "Ah,' he said after con-
siderable pause, ''you are all alike, you
women. Money, money-you'd sell
your souls for money!
The sight of his strong face, pale
with suppressed Indignation, made tho
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? A 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
jackanapes, the jackanapes loved Syl-
via, and money was the If not with
Sylvia even, only with the jackanapes.
One morning the millionaire came to
Sylvia, and he said:
my little girl, have been dreaming,
as old men are wont to dream, a very
pretty golden dream. Well. that's over.
While l was asleep dreaming the little
girl that I 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"
"JackanapesY
81 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
meanT'
"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 splendid
postv
"You will be wanting a wife, sup.
pose. in 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 his. There followed lit
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, 81 did love you. but don't
now. 1 don't love you at all. 1 love
him. Loved you! Why, no; never
loved you. What am I saying? We
did not know what thh word meant
Oh, 1t was a mean sort Of substitute,
ours! But now I know what a poor
thing this ilove is which you, who are
young, oferto US. Temple, had read
In books, in so many, so many books,
about love. and I always said to my.
self: There Is no such thing. These
are poets fapcies. No one in the world
loves Ike. that And heard people
say. She loves him; he is in love with
her. snd l thought, 4 suppose they
love as Temple and I love- and be.
gan to seeawAat an honor you were
conferring Yen. ME. for all the young
men andS ezerY one else seemed to
think . poor ,g1riswas privileged whom
yeung .r6an' condegcended to notice"
Sylvia. what are you saying?"
''Oh, you loSedJmean your own way
nc donbt, bst NOT somuch as you loved
your clubs, your Injuries, your very
smarts clothes, your shooting. I was
low down In the list Of your pleasures
Something must .be forSworn. and
was the one ydug foued easiest to dc
without" She looked, up at him with
no malee in her look and laughed, ther
added, "Some one else determined to dc
| without me- too"
Some one else? DO you mean tina,
that scoundrel threw your
Hush! His motive was different
you see, and have asked him to come
back. Temple. the books did not lie
The poets fancies were not only fan
cies. Ah, when some of you are as old
as he you may have learned to be as
great hearted and perhaps IL you try
very hard as delightful" she added de
murely.
II don't understand anything YOU
say. have come to ask you to be my
wife. VIII you, Sylvia"
He stood before her. young, angry
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