Arizona republican., 1912-05-05
The DazzledEyes
 of Patricia
Copyright, 1910. by The Pearson Pub
 fishing Co.
By WlNONA GODFREY.
Continued from yesterday.

ness Of dreams. Patricia had not per- haps exactly counted on the now, but she had certainly rioted in dreams. And to her had come the miracle.
 "Yes,'' Mir Creelman repeated, Miss Meacham has left you six thousand 8 year. You ought to be quite comfort able on that"
 Six thousand year! five hundred a month! Six thousand year may be genteel poverty to some, but to Patri- cia it was the wealth of Croesus. The dazzle of it was in her eyes, the won der of it tied her tongue.
 To think that Miss Meacham had left her a fortune! Miss Meacham, whom many time she had wished in Guinea, as the old lady looked and looked and found nothing to please her, while Patricia took down box af- ter box of elegant waists, and tried to keep her smile pinned on," as she said.
 Perhaps Miss Meacham. with her bushy white hair above her brown face her little black eyes that seemed to bore into you like gimlets, had ob- served that sometimes the violet eyes were tired, had guessed the spirit that kept those lips smiling Patricia her self did not think of this. She was recalling a certain conversation.
 Wouldn't you like to be wearing some of these fine things yourself?"
 An. wouldn't I.' Well, you would become them" Patricia had been amused by the quaint phrase
 Not likely to get the chance, guess she replied cheerfully.
 Who knows?" said Miss Meacham That pretty face of yours may get you a rich husband" Patricia sighed That's just in the story-books. I'm afraid" The old lady's eyes bored in deeper than ever. Perhaps there's some poor hoy you'd rather have?" she probed Patricia laughed. Not me! I'm all for the yellow gold This nice roman tic love don't seem to last long enough.
 Money has wings as well as Love you know" And she suddenly turned away with the little bob of her head that meant farewell. Patricia came back to Mir. Creel- mans drone
 There is, however, 1 am sorry to say. Miss Barrett. little string tied -ahem-I mean, q condition attached to this gift
 Yes?" murmured Patricia. all inter est.
 You are not allowed to marry" Not allowed to marry." Patricia repeated blankly- Why, l don't want to-"
 MT Creelman smiled Well, you might. sometime. you know. And you can't keep this money. When you 1 marry this income reyerts to the es- l tate"
 "Oh, we'll" said Patricia. that | doesn't bother me" Miss Meacham." Creelman contin- ued, never married you know, and she had-er-ideas on the subject" During the next few weeks, the little string" did not in truth bother l Patricia at all. She never gave il a | thought. She and her mother were l too busy getting settled in swell apartments too busy selecting what l seemed to them elaborate wardrobes, l too busy beginning at last, as they l phrased it, to live. Mrs. Barrett had never had much 1 to do with" but she was a woman of 1 natural refinement and Patricia was | like her in that at least, so they did | not try to outdo Solomon in the glory | of their attire. Consequently the somewhat pretentious family hotel which they selected. received tbem cor 1 dially enough, since no very obvious l threads of the ridiculous chung to their new sublimity.
 | It was rather their old acquaint- ances who viewed them with suspi- l 1 ousness, who, in short, regarded them as upstarts. Knowing that a certain neighbor was rather sorely in need Of 1 a small sum of money, Mrs. Barrett called upon her with the intention of rendering gift, or loan if preferI ed 1 What was her amaZement to be told
 that Mrs Swett was no pauper, that 1 Mrs Barrett need not think because she had money and was all dressed
 up that she could come around patron
 izing people who remembered when she didn't have so much. In spite of Mrs. Barretts protestations, Mrs.
 Swett considered herself insulted. Mrs. Barrett came home all stirred 1 up" and related the incident to Patri- 1 cia, indignantly denying having as sumed any Lady Bountiful airs. 1 IL wasn't exactly relevant. but it
 was this that brought Patricia's
 thoughts back with q sort of jerk tc
 Evan Burgess. It suddenly occurred 10 her that she had seen Evan only
 once since her good fortune and that she had thought of him not at all l That once he had said how pleased he was that she didn't have to worl in the store any more, and what g jolly old lady Miss Arnetta Meachan
 must have been. And Patricia hat
 not even thought to ask him to be sure l to come and see them soon. Evan
 too, would think that the money hac ] changed them, that they no longer I cared for their old friends.
 She went to the telephone. Hello
 Watson Devers?"
 Yes"
 May speak to MT. Burgess
 please?"
 Hold the line" After moment
 "Hello?"
 ''Is it you Evan?"
 "Yes-Patricia."
 'Oh, you knew me, did you?"
 "Of course. I-always know your
 voice."
 "Oh! Well-we haven't seen you for long time''