New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1911-07-16
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR JULY 10. 1911

his diffidence was the expression Of kind
of rustic humility which set her in a shrine
at which he diStantly worshiped. He
seemed most like the Jeff OF other days when
he was talking OF himself and she allowed
him 20 do this by the hour, listening, ques-
tioning. and encouraging. Ii this was 70
make the most OF her life, perhaps 1t might
be as well TO get used TO the idea. ett
schemes seemed like a page out OF fairy
book. and whether she would or not she went
along with him. There seemed no limit 10
his invention. and there seemed little doubt
in his mind, or indeed in hers. that the world
was to be made to provide very generously
for them both.
TT was on the eve Of their wedding day that
left first spoke Of his childhood. 81 sup
pose YOU know, Camilla, | never had
father: that is. he corrected, mot one 70
brag about. Ny mother was a waitress IN
the Frontier Hotel at Fort Dodge. She died
when | was born. That's my family tree.
You knew it, guess; but | thought maybe
you'd like 70 change your mind.
He looked away from her. The words
came slowly, and there was a note Of hcavi-
ness in his voice. She realized how hard it
was for him to speak Of these things, and
put ncr hand confidently in his.
yes | knew" she said softly; "but |
never weighed that against YOU Jeff. 1t
only makes me proudcr Of what YOU have
become" And then. after a pause. did
YOU never hear anything about him;"
There were some letters written before
was born. I'll show them to you some day.
He was from New York, that's al | know
Maybe you can guess now why | didn't like
Cort Bent"
Camilla Withdrew her hands from his and
buried her face in them, while Wray sat
gloomily gazing at the opposite wall. In a
moment she raised her head her checks
burning. "Ycs, | understand now" she
muttered. He was not worth bothering
about
A ND now they were at the hotel in New
\ York, where jeff had come on business
The Empire drawing room overlooked
Fifth-avc. and the cross street. There was
a reception room in French style, a dining
room in English oak, library FLEMISH,
a smoking room (Turkish), hall (Dutch)
and a number of bedrooms. each a repro
ducton Of celebrated historical apartment.
The wall hangingS were of silk, the curtains
of heavy brocadc the pictures poor copies
of excellent old masters. the rugs costly, and
the fixtures in Camilla's bathroom were Of
solid silver.
Camilla stood before the chcval glass in
her dressing room (Rtcamicrl, with the as
Sistancc Of her maid and a modiStc, irving
on a fetching hat and afternoon costume.
Chairs, tables, and the bed in her own sleep
ing room were covered with miscellaneous
finery
When the women had gone, Camilla drop
ped into a chair in the drawing room. There
was something about the made to order
magnihcence that oppressed her with its
emptiness Everything that money could
buy was hers for the asking. Her husband
was going to be fabulously wealthy -cvcry
month since they had been married had de-
veloped new possibilities. His foresight was
extraordinary, and his luck had become a
byword in the West Each of his new ven
lures had attracted large following, and
money had flowed into the Golfers Of the
company. 1t was difficult for her to realize
all that happened in the wonderful period
since she had sat at her humble desk in the
SchoolhouSc at Mesa City. She was not sure
what 1t WAS that lacked, for she and left got
along admirably; but the room in which She
sat seemed 10 be one expression of il. a room
TO be possessed but not enjoyed. The only
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