Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-10-12
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to manage, Arthur" her one sudden
ly altered-"is that nothing shall ever
come between us. To try to keep apart
two people who really love each other
as we do, just because of anything like
money, or fame, why, really, my dear,
that's nothing short of a crime"
He nodded, yet q little grimly. I'm
theory, dear, you're quite right he
answered. but how about the prac-
tise? Money! Fame! We can talk
about them all we choose as little
things. when we haven't them, and the
grapes. perhaps are a little sour, but
how they count. after all. Poor Love-
Love wasn't made for d practical world
His bow and arrow is %effectual enough,
when there's no fiercer game abroad
than the hearts of girls and boys, but
how can he fight against real war
riors-shields of gold and 'trumpets of
brass. Poor Love! Who could blame
him for running away?"
She took his hand with a gesture
almost maternal. MY dear. my dear
she said, you mustn't talk like that.
It's sacrilege, almost. If he were the
true god of love. he wouldn't fly. And
his darts would pierce the golden shield,
and put the trumpets to rout. You,
Arthur, a lover of all things beautiful,
to dream of deserving. of arraying
yourself on the side of Mammon."
She spoke lightly but with a real
meaning behind her words. He seemed,
however, to be unconvinced, for when
he replied 1t was with a bitterness that
startled her. 81 don't care" he said,
i've missed 1t somehow. I've made
an awful failure OF things. Look at
me! Making no bluffs. as lots of men
do. keeping back nothing. I'm earning
a little over O thousand dollars n year.
And other men-classmates-yes, con-
found It, and men who came out of
college five years later than l did
and worse than that. men who never
went to college at all-they can make
money; good money. lots of them; a
few, big money even; and here /
am, trying to publish a book that never
will be published; and which, AZ il
should be, nobody'd ever read. Oh,
the worlds pretty near right, after
all; nearer right than we think; I'm
labeled at just about my face value; a
thousand dollars a year"
She laid her hand lightly-en his lips.
mo, no." shes cried, you don't under
stand. You've been brooding over this
so long you've lost all sense Of pro-
portion between money and other
things. I'll tell you what | think.
think making moneys only a knaclk.
I believe some men are born with 1t,
and others aren't. Look at the men
who start with a pack of ags on their
back, and die worth millions. It's In
them; it's no credit to them; maybe
the reverse. No one man can be every
thing. Some men can build railroads,
but | couldn't imagine you doing any
| think like that If o tried your honest
best for a hundred years. No, my
dear, because money seems to you
to be the thing you need the mos
Just now, you've been so envious OF
the men who are able to make 1t quick
ly that you've forgotten all that you
have to be thankful for; something
that very few men have granted to
them at all, even a hundredth part OF
what you possess-and that's the pre-
cious perception of the artist; the
power to see things which the ordi-
nary man can never see. You'll sue
coed. I know you will. but eve if you
never should-by the worlds stand
ards, l mean-you ought never to re-
pine. Read your Browning again
dear; even 1 can appreciate that. Ono
who never turned his back but
marched breast forward, never doubted
clouds would breakdown can any
man turn faint after that? The truth
dear. that's everything, after ALL"
Very humbly and very reverently he
stopped and kissed her. You're right
Rose" he said, and I've been wrong
| Forgive me. But you know yourself
sometimes it's hard; sometimes the
worlds standards grip you so thai
you can't keep to your own. But I've
been wrong, and 1 admit it most hum
bly,. You've a very wise little head
on your shoulders, dear, and I thank
you for setting me right. I won't
go backsliding again in a hurry, I'll