Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-08-18


rule of greed, where beauty, heroism
and genius have built their altar fires
and keep them burning. You'll have
to come with me, Nan, into this en-
chanted land. Your estate Is large
only if you don't lift up your head
and look farther. You OWL hundred
thousand acres in the mountains, and
yet, after all, it's but a tiny speck on
the horizon of one little corner Of a
state. Beyond is the great world with
it's beautiful rivers, its valleys, its
shining shores and emerald seas. This
big world is mine-the Alps and the
Mountains of the Moon and your little
blue hills also are on my estate. I've
come to know at last that the man is
richest who breathes deepest, sees
farthest, hears best, and has the wild
est and most helpful influence on his
fellow-man. Lord Beaconsfield died
with a paltry estate Of two hundred
thousand dollars. He had the chance,
while prime minister, to take for him
self a personal fortune whose annual
income would have been $25,000,000.
Instead he gave it all to the people of
England and died poor. I'd rather do
such a deed for my country than hold
the combined fortunes Of all our six
thousand little millionaires.
you think, dear, that you are in So
tatx D,,t h. ri l.
ways been one of brains and ethics.
The people in your little world live
for money. They do not possess it,
they are possessed by it. They are
slaves. You will have to come with
me, into the great free world-if you
love me-"
'If 1 love you?" Nan cried, with
trembling lips. Don't speak that way.
If you only knew! My love for you
has hept me alive through all that I've
endured. It's the only thing that's
worth the struggle; but I can't think.
Your demand is so sudden, so stun
ming, so terrifying, 1 don't know what
to say. My life and all I have is too
short to make atonement to you and
can't afford to make a mistake.
want to be sure. A year from now you
might see things differently"
I'VE can never be anything to each
other" he answered firmly. ION any
other terms than the renunciation of
all that Bivens leaves. I don't care
what you do with it, just so you wash
your hands of it. You and must be-
gin life just where we left off when the
shadow of his money darkened the
world for us both. You must give it
up"
Its hard, dearest" she said with a
sob, for your sake it's hard. I've
dreamed so many wonderful things
that would come to pass when made
you the master of these millions"
You must choose between his
money and my love! you can't have
both"
She gazed at him with a desperate
yearning.
"Tll do anything you wish, only love
me, dearest" she sobbed. Il am yours
body and soul, all that 1 am and all
that 1 have You can do with 1t as you
please! All ask is to be loved-loved
-loved-and that you never leave
mel"
But even as she spoke, her mind
was made up. She would reserve al
least half her fortune secretly. When
they were married she could persuade
him to be reasonable.
"All right, then it's settled, but II
must be everything with me or moth
ing I won't shake hands with my
friend and make love to his wife. You
must cease to be his wife now"
But how-what do you mean?" she
asked, white with sudden fear.
Leave your husband, your palaces
your millions and join me tomorrow
night on the Limited for New York
Bring only a change of clothes in
single trunk and a handbag. MY
money must be sufficient. I'll wire
for passage on an outgoing steamer
Well spend two years in Europe anc
return to America when we please. Are
you ready?"
"Oh, Jim, DEAR" she faltered-"yor
know that would be madness"
Certainly it's madness, the madnes:
of a great love! Come, why do yo,
hesitate?"
The lines of her body relaxed ant
she began to softly sob. The maj
waited in silence for her to speak.
I've done you harm enough, dear
est" she said at last. Il can't do this
And your thought is only of me
Nan?" he asked with piercing inten
sity.
And of myself" she acknowledged
brokenly. Il couldn't do such an in
sane, vulgar thing"
Il didn't think you could" was th'
bitter response.
"All 1 ask" she pleaded, 'is to hea
YOU say that you love me now-just a
l am with all my faults. Can't we b.
patient and yet honest with one an
other in the secret world in which ou
real lives are lived? In that world
am yours, and you are mine, but
womans heart starves at last for tn
words of love, she must have them o
die"
well, shall not speak" he answer
ed savagely. Your husband is tn
master of millions, but l am the mas
ter of something bigger am the mas
ter of myself"
He paused, lowered his head an
looked at her through his heavy eye
brows drawn down for the moment
veil over his soul.
You must remember" he went ol
slowly, that there's something insid
real man that claims one woman al
his own. No man ever surrenders thi
ideal without the death of his self-res
pect. l will not play a second fiddl
| to YOUR little husband. There's some
thing that seals my lips, the soul o
my soul, the thing that says will