Gilpin observer., 1912-11-28
PUT TO MONEY TEST
BY CAROLINE KRAusE.

| by SAnoGtNG NnNo0Es
Young Stacey walked into the par
lor after the manner of one who had
frequently been there before, deposit
ed his box of candy on the table, snap
ped his fingers at the pet dog. smiled
beamingIy on Miss Becker and sat
down.
"Eugenia," he said, 'if I had one
million dollars would you marry me?"
The young woman looked startled,
but recovered herself "You haven't
It," she said, as though that settled
the case.
stranger things have happened"
declared young Stacey. "Other men
have had unknown uncles die in AUS
tralia or Alaska and leave them vast
wealth. Why am different from 9TH
er men? Why should you deny me
an unknown uncle"
Jimmy Stacey!" exclaimed the
young woman, doubtfully "Have you
really-did you-have you honestly
got an unknown uncle"
II don't see why shouldn't have"
said young Stacey IN an injured tone.
II don't see why you shouldn't think
1t would be 80 remarkable. It doesn't
take any particular amount Of brains
to have relatives. That isn't what I'm
interested in, though. What want to
know is whether you'd marry me II I
had a fortune left me-"
1.-THE ideal"
"Well, would you? The last time
you declined my heart and hand 10
was on the score that we couldn't live
on my salary. Fl had a million
now"
"Of course" said Miss Becker, ut
would make a. difference"
Eugenia!" young Stacey cried-
} "That you should be mercenary and
what is worse-openly glory in 1t!
What are girls coming to nowadays?
Men used to be loved for themselves
alone, but now a fellow has to sign
and swear to an agreement to provide
} 30 many tailor suits and party dresses
and, SO much pocket money before
> they will even consent to place him
on the waiting list! I thought you
were different"
I'm not mercenary,'' insisted the
young woman. Il just have common
i sense. Pm not going to starve to
: death with any man, and have him
:. hate me because I can't greet him at
q dinner time with a smile and mani
g cured hands and dress-up dress!
Il Men are SO inconsistent, you know!
9 They have a lurking idea that any
woman who is truly feminine should
s be able to scrub the kitchen floor
n cook dinner over a hot stove, answer
the bell and the phone and polish the
oliver all at once, and yet greet hel
e husband at the front door looking al
p though she was on her way to an ex
l tremely fashionable afternoon teal"
d "If you cared about me-" sail
ID young Stacey. grimly, ''you wouldn'
feel that way"
IS "That's all you know about it," n
= clared Miss Becker. mo, you sit rigt
8. over there where you are! Now, tel
at me, horestly-have you inherited
OF million?"
at would you marry me If had?"
g. Il might as we'll be honest" sighe
n Miss Becker. T would. Only
be wouldn't, because you'd say that wa
IS mercenary."
st "You would be, too," insisted youn
Stacey in an injured tone. But L
1T take you!"
lie Men certainly are foolish" muse
ou the young woman. II do l-l-like yol
er Jimmy. I'm sorry that you unknow
uncle hasn't died"
on How unfeeling!" commented youn
se, Stacey. 1--WE no doubt he en1oye
nd life Just as much as we do. Eugeni
to I'm awfully unhappy because ye
up won't say yes. I don't blame you Il
he turning me down on that salary.
OF knew I'd no business to ask you. b
ur I couldn't help it. I don't want "
to marry me because have a millio
on but because you love me-"
ly. "But you haven't got million
led cried Miss Becker in an exasperat
up, tone, the more intense because 81
ks was on the verge of tears. "It isl
de- fair to"
uit "Eugenia," said young Stacey, CO
ing close to her. II admit that l ha'
ch. MT a million. My unknown uncles q
y wretchedly healthy-they never d
oss When they do the town authorities !
ELL ually trace me and send me the
and for funeral expenses. But I've had
mt jump in salary at the Office. I'm he
are Of the department now. Do you thi
we'd starve on twenty a week?"
ne Jimmy" said Miss Becker from
ing coat collar, somehow l don't care
on. bit that 1t isn't million! I'm SO fc
NJ ish1v hapnyi"