The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-08-16

) look happy-and he does not seem to
r be ruined"
1--WE are happy" There was a thrill
in Christabeps voice. Butt is not
always safe to draw parallels Now.
with US, Mr.. BLrke's money was his
own, he had no family he cared moth
ing for society, and neither did /. Con-
sequently we have gone our own gait
we have been wholly independent
Could it be so with your"
Sydney shook her head doubtfully.
I'm afraid, from what he said that
} Mr.. Tremper must be someway depend
ent on his father
"Tremper7'
Sydney blushed. ct didn't mean to.
butt doesn't matter"
Christabel nodded her head slowly.
"Ah, see."
you know the Trempers?"
mot personally. I know something
about them though, from hearsay.
They're a kind of family, think"
Christabel continued thoughtfully,
much more common in the East than
out West here. Very aristocratic, as
you said-not TO say snobbish." She
made wry little face. cit seems to
AAAC OuC VI AAlo hduSuNCiH Oil
Englishman with title of some sort"
Sydney caught halfsob in her
throat. From the moment when she had
beheld his mother, the gulf between
Tremper and herself had seemed to
widen until it was becoming an abyss
in depth, a chasm in width-wholly i'm
passable.
But turning an abstract lover into a
definite Tremper, served to point
Christabel's view of the matter. what
does Mr.. Tremper think about all
this?"
Sydney admitted that she had really
not discussed it with him. Christabel
broke in with sudden conviction.
Believe me, it all depends on what
he is. What is best for you to do de-
ponds on what sort of man he is. Can
he stand alone, or is his familys sup
port, his social position, vital to him?
Are you essential to his life-does he
really love you, or-forgive me- is it
only"
Sydney closed her eyes, her lips
quivered. II think-I hope he does"
Then" cried Christabel, leave the
decision to him. You are willing TO
bear what comes, I know. You are
only thinking of him now. Let him
decide for himself Oh, my dear, it
seems to me we let such trivial things
stand in the way of our lives and our
happiness! Why, when l was working
in the store as you are now, thought
would do anything for money and
ease and beauty and all the things we
miss so much. These things are pleas
ant, it would be foolish to deny It,
hI1f Tint I I haf
they are really unimportant beside the
big things, the things that really mat
: ter! It is my love for Val, his for me,
: that makes us happy, not all this!"
Her gesture relegated the luxury Of
her surroundings to its real position
! OF minor Importance. "If your man is
the right sort, you can give him what
his money and his family and their
: family-pride never could. As for the
5 right of it, why should we let some Of
: the worlds foolish little barries keep
l us from our own? This is Tremper's
2 test. If he says Come, I'm a man in
t my own right anyway, and I know
3 what want then / say, 90 with him.
= But If he hesitates-ah, we'll" she
4 gave a little shrug.
4 Sydney understood. Yes, It must be
5 better to let people decide things out Of
: their own hearts, instead of trying to
make them do what maybe only seems
3 right to you. When she rose to go,
Christabel took both her hands.
You'll let me know, won't you, how
/ 1t all comes out? And oh, hope II all
[ comes out right" And Mrs. Burke
q kissed the little shop-girl. ana knew
q that she was surely her sister under
the skin.
Sydney felt the calm in her heart
= that comes when tue heart says, Il
have decided" That Christabe)'s wiz
t dom would have seemed the sheerest
K folly to the world that calls itself proc.
i teal did not trouble her-did. not, in
fact, occur to her.
y The long car-ride across town.
y brought her eventually 10 her own,
n dingy neighborbood. II was sttIl,
r dark night, apd she hurried along the
y lonely block, without noticing = man
in front Of her until he had planted.
himself before her.
u she stopped short "0h-hi"
c Where have you been, runaway"
asked 1'ren1per. taking her hands.
J. She thought that even IN this dim
street-light she had never seen him
!" look SO boyigb, &c full OF vitality, so
q brought a note Of tenderness TO her
e little laugh. 81 won't tell"
K 1--WE been waiting for you, oh, well.
maybe not 50 long but Il seemed long"
!" His tone deepened. Sydney, I've been
It through the mill tonight. Ny mother
and / have been having IL hot and
heavy all evening. I won't try to put
a It politely-but II marry you, she
Ie says she'll see that I'm disinherited,
= ostracized, sent to the right-about gen.
a. orally"
. Sydney looked into his eyes
d straight, frank, level gaze.
is "WelI?" she said, simply.
1t His hands gripped hers. "I've been
lr a kind Of puppet all my life, but II
came to me tonight that there are so
many little worlds in this big one, and
sometimes what belongs to us is in a
different one, so we have to leave the
Id world we're used TO. to get what's ours
Say that haven't any money, nor any
ID family. nor any high-up friends. will