The Caucasian. (Shreveport, La.) 1900-192?, 1909-12-05


estate. II its your liver. there's the
Rambler down in the bay. coaled and
ready to steam down to the Bahamas
in two days
Not bad guess, dad. You haven't
missed It far
All" said Anthony keenly. What's
her name?''
Richard began TO walk up and down
the library floor. There was enough
conlradeship and sympathy i'll this
crude old father of his to draw his
confidence
why don't you ask herY' demand
ed old Anthony. She'll jump at YOU.
You've got the money and the looks.
and you're a decent boy Your hands
are clean. You've got no Eureka soap
on en- You've been to college, but
she'll overlook that"
Il haven't had chance" said Rich
ard.
Make one" said Anthony Take
her for walk in the park or a straw
ride or walk home with her from
church Chance. Pshaw!''
You don't know the social mill, dad
She's part OF the stream that turns 1t.
Every hour and minute of her time is
arranged for days in advance must
have that girl. dad, or this town is a
blackjack swamp forevermore And /
can't write It'll can't do that
Tut" said the old man DO you
mean to tell me that with all the
money I've got yon can't get an hour
or two Of girls time for yourselff'
"I've put 1t off too late She's going
to sail for Europe at noon day after
tomorrow for two years stay. I'm
to see her alone tomorrow evening for
few minutes. She's at Larchmont
now at her aunt's. / can't go there.
| But I'm allowed TO meet her with a
cab at the Grand Central station to-
morrow evening at the $50 train. We
drive down broadway 10 WaIldck's at
gallop. where her mother and a box
party will be waiting for us in the
lobby. Do You think she would listen
to declaration from me during that
six or eight minutes under those cir
eumstances? No. And what chance
would have in the theater or after
ward None. No, dad, this is one
| tangle that your money can't unrayel.
We can't buy one minute of time with
cash. If we could rich people would
live longer There's no hope of get
ting talk with Miss Lantry before
she sails"
"All right, Richard. my boy said
old Anthony cheerfulIy. You may
run along down to your club now. I'm
glad it ain't your liver. But don't for
get 10 burn a few punk sticks in the
joss house to the great god Mamma
| from time to time You say money
won't buy time? Well. Of course. you
cant order eternity wrapped up and
| delivered at your residence for price,
| but I've seen Father Time get pretty
/ bad stone bruises on his heels when
| he walked through the gold diggings. :
That night came Aunt Ellen. gentle.
sentimental. wrinkled. signing. OPP
/ pressed By wealth. III to Brother An
thony at his evening paper and began
discourse on the subject of lovers
woes.
He told me all about it, said
Brother anthony. yawning. Il told
him my bank account was at his serv-
ice. And then he began TO knock
money. Said money couldn't help. Said
the rules OF society couldn't be bncked
| for q yard b. team eff ten millien-
aires.
"Oh, Anthony. sighed Amt Ellen.
Il wish you would not t.liH.1 80 much of
money. Wealth is nothing where a
true affection is concerned Love IS
all powerful. If he only had spoken
earlier. She could not have refused
our Richard. But now fear it il too
late. He will have no opportunity to
address her All your gold cannot
bring happiness to your SON
At g o'clock lie next evening Aunt
Ellen took a quaint old gold ring from
a moth eaten case and gave it to Rich
ard.
Wear it tonight, nephew" she beg
ged. sYour mother gave IL TO me-
Good luck in love she said 1t brought
She asked me to give IT TO you when
you had found the one you loved .
Young Rockwall took the ring rev.
.erently and tried it on his smallest
finger. 1t slipped as far as the second
joint and stopped. He took it off ana
stuffed it into his vest pocket. after
the manner OF man. And then be
phoned for his cab.
At the station he captured Miss Lam
try out of the gadding mob at 1882.
1--WE mustn't keep mamma and the
others waiting" said she.
ITO Wallack's theater as fast as you
can driver said Richard Loyalty.
They whirled up Forty-second to
Broadway and then down the white
starred lane that leads from the soft
meadows of sunset to the rocky hills
of morning.
At Thirty fourth street young Rich
ard quickly thrust up the trap and or
dered the cabman to stop.
'I've dropped ring he apoIogized
as he climbed out. .It was my moth
er's. and I'd hate to lose it. won't
datssfn Won a fniul1ta saw where II