The Prescott daily news., 1910-05-14

her station, my dear"-was only one remove from being a working woman herself, and had no foolish or unprac- tical longings. As housekeeper for her stepfather. John Trevecca-heI mother she could not remember-she was beyond the necessity of earning her own living; but Trevecca himself was but a foreman in some iron works up on Tenth avenue. So to Eunice the prospect of marrying so present able young fellow as Wilfrid Sten- his, both of them being very much in love with each other, seemed the acme of good fortune, leaving noth- ing to be desired of the Fates.
 And though Wifi was her senior by some four years-he was twenty-eight the girl was really the elder in point of steady principle and cool, sober judgment. In fact, Wifi, as she often acknowledged to herself, was rather boyish sanguine, mercurial, easily led But she loved him for these very qual- ities; some women mother their hus- bands before the children arrive to keep their affections busy.
 When old John Trevecca came in, coatless and bringing with him a strong aroma of cut Cavendish, for he had been smoking his pipe with some cronies on the front porch," as they still call the house entrance up Green wich way, the light of Wilfrid's rosy visions had not yet died out of his eyes. There was even an atmosphere of suppressed excitement in the home ly room which caused the old man to look shrewdly at Eunice. If there were anything amiss between the lovers Trevecca knew he would find it in the girls face. But apparently all was serene.
 wifi has been telling me what he intends to do with all his money when he gets to be very rich." she said smilingly.
 That's easy spending" said Ire vecca, sinking heavily into a chair. There's more money got rid of that way in year than'd pave -V York wi dollars! But let's hear abart it, lad" he added.
 "Oh, it was just foolish talk" said Wilfrid, on whose late enthusiasm the blunt words of his prospective fa- ther-in-law were like a bucket of cold water on bonfire.
 Nevertheless, as he walked home to his lodgings on Washington square the exaltation of the earlier evening still clung to him, and as he swung along in the clear crisp autumn night his step was jaunty, his head held high and he was potentially as rich as he was actually poor.
 To such a man as Wilfrid Stennis, uneducated as the college world counts learning, but eager receptive, possessing an eye for beauty and for color, with love for music, an un- formed, omnivorous appetite for books, and an instinctive shrinking from the sordid and the mean, the bonds of even respectable poverty are apt to prove especially galling. Like Bella Wilfer, he realized to the full what it meant to be "beastly poor, mis- erably poor"
 What wonder, then, that his long ings, his aspirations, his day dreams, were centered about that wealth he so often saw others abusing, or mis using, or keeping napkin-tied? Not for the miser's greed of possession, but for the qualification of the best that was in him, did he long for money heaps and heaps of it.
 Overnight day dreams, fortunately, come cheap, and they leave no dark brown taste in the mouth. The next morning, when Wilfrid Stennis went downtown to the Front street store, he was again the prosaic and method ical young entry clerk. No one would have suspected him of secret yearn- ings for fast horses, faster yacht. and a little fiutter around the tables so hospitably maintained by the prince of Monaco.
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