Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1912-11-07

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with bantering. half challenging frank.
ness, that l love luxury too. l never
knew how deeply and passionately be-
fore She paused a moment, look
ing toward Sea Gate. isn't that the
anchorage of the Atlantic Yacht club7"
"Yes." he answered impatiently.
'sThen that's Mr.. Bivens' yacht, the
big, ugly black one lying close inshore
with steam up. He told me he would
send her into drydock today. He was
talking last night of a wedding cruise
in her to the Mediterranean. l con-
TESS, Jim, that l want to shine, to sue
coed and dazzle and reign. This ia
perhaps the n chance Of my life."
do you hold yourself so cheapY'
"You can't realize how much the
power Of millions means to a woman
who chafes at the limitations the world
puts on her sex. It's too late"-
Don't. don't say 1t, Nam"
"Why not be frank? This little cot
tage is a gem, / admit. But I've seer a
splendid palace set in flowers and
cleaning with subdued light. Soft
music steals through its halls mingled
with the laughter Of throngs who love
and admire me. Its banquet tables are
laden with the costliest delicacies,
while liveried servants hurry to and
fro with plates and goblets Of gold"
Stuart seized her arm with fierce
strength that hurt. you shall not do
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tell you, and I am bigger than n
I have the power to think. to create
ideas, to c.eate beauty-the power that
remakes the world. l expect to have
all the money we shall need. In the
years to come we shall be rich whether
we seek it or not. But the sweetest
days Of all life will be those in which
we fight side by side the first battles Of
life in youth and poverty when we
shall count the pennies and save with
care for the little ones God may send
u.s."
But life is short. Jim. l can have
things now. He has already promised
them-a palace in town, another by
the sea, a great castle in the heart of
the blue southern mountains we used
to watch as children and armies Of
servants to do my bidding. can live
now"
"And you call these trappings and
tinsel life"
II want them" =
my God, Nan. haven't you a soul?
Hasn't the life within no meaning for
you? To me such luxury is sheer in.
sanity. The possibilities of personal
luxury have been exhausted thousands
of years ago. It's commonplace, vul-
gar and contemplate. If you wish for
power why choose the lowest of all it,
forms? The way you are entering is
worn bare by the feet Of millions of
forgotten fools whose bodies worms
have eaten. Not one Of them lives
today even in a footnote of history"
And yet, Jim. you know as we'll as l
do that money is the sign of success
end power: its absence, of failure and
weakness. II you make u mistake in
your career you can correct it and be-
gin again. Being a woman, l cannot,
for marriage is my only caree A
mistake now would be to me fatal"
And you are making the one tragic
mistake no repentance can undo. The
deliberate choice Of evil, knowing it to
be evil. Your heart is mine-mine, |
tell you! Do you deny 1T"
Again he seized her hand, gripped 1t
iercely and looked into her eyes with
tender, searching gaze.
Nan looked away.
"Oh, Nan, dear, believe. mer' he
pleaded. You can't deny this voice
within the soul and live. Happiness is
inside, not outside, dear"
The lover paused a moment, over
come with his emotion, and he knew
by the quick rising and falling of the
girls breast that a battle was raging.
Quick to see his advantage. he drew
her gently inside.
"See, Nan. there are no cheap imita.
lions in here. no vulgar ornaments
which mean nothing. This home will
be a real one because it will have a
soul. There can be no coarse or mental
tasks within it's walls because its work
shall be glorifed by the old immortal
song Of love and life"
Stuart leaned close and spoke in
low tense voica
"And it will always be beautiful,
Nan, because it will be penetrated with
the touch Of your hand. Every piece
Of furniture will glow with that radi-
ance. Gold and precious stones can
have no such luster. See, here l have
planned to place your piano. There
will be no music on earth like the
songs those throbbing strings shall
make to my soul when they CULVER be-
meath the touch of your hand"
The lover slipped his arm gently
around the girls yielding form. her
head dropped on his shoulder, the great
dark y e blinded with tears. For a
moment he held her in silence, broken
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