The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-05-09
Love or
 Money? S.
By cLAR1ssA MAcKIE

T T was one of those idle conver-
 sations whose fruit is some
 times bitterly favored. @ +fI shall marry for love,'' Azalia Bonner had sighed sentimen- tally. A merry light came into Dell Hor- toms blue eyes. She dearly loved to shock the romantic soul of .AzaIia, her bosom friend. z CT, uttered Dell, with mock intenz E1ty, shall marry for money?' N
 "De1lT' breathed the mortified AzaIia
 ~Why notY' queried Dell lightly as she slipped into her loose coat
 Azalia made no reply for a moment. She was busy adjusting this sordid re mark to the otherwise charming and gentle minded Dell. AzaIia had her own plans for her friend. Dell was to marry Rudey BIenck and in meas urea small measure, mind you-con- sole him for the loss of Aza1ia herself, for Azalia loved not the fair haired Rudey and had broken the news to him.
 '<But you will never be happy, De1I,'' said Azalia seriously. Why should you sell yourself to some toothIess old man who''
  might not attract young mi11ionaire,'' leased Dell as she led the way from the fashionable tea room where the conversation had taken place. 'T never thought of that, dear," ad- mitted Azal1a. You know in novels and newspaper headings it's always the other way round. Have you-ever have you ever thought much about it, Dell? I mean, have you calculated just how rich he must be?'' An eager light was in her eyes
 Dell yawned. Dear me, no! I am so poor myself that almost any sum of money over $1O,OO0 would appear to be fortune"
 Then Rudey would dor' blurted forth Azalia excitedly.
 Dell stared incredulous1y. "Rudey Blenck?'' she asked
 ''Yes, of course. He's dear,' cried AZa1ia, loyal to her discarded suitor.
 Then why don't you marry him, dearF' asked Dell sweetly.
 ''I don't love him. explained AzaIia sorrowfully.
 Neither do I,'' retorted Dell crisply. 'fBut you said you didn't care. You wanted to marry for money. And. oh, dear Dell, have just remembered that had to be at that stupid tafIor's at 3 o'clock. Will you come with me?''
 T can't, Azalta. I am going to read to Aunt Pamela Griffin. She's confined to the house with another attack of rheumatism. Goodby. See you tomor- row" She waved her hand at Aza1ia as the latter turned down the avenue and disappeared in the crowd.
 Dell forgot all about the foolish con- versation the instant Azalia had left her. Azalia was so intensely romantic that Dell had found herself shrinking from the everyday heart to heart ex- change of sentiment that was becom- ing the conversational food of her friend. As a healthy reaction from this overdose of sentiment Dell had formed the habit of applying touches of cold, calculating, practical, worldly wise opinions. Azalia shrank under this treatment and secretly worried about Dell. But she still clung to the fanciful idea that she could not marry Rudey because she did not love him enough when as a matter of fact she adored him. It was indeed romantic to observe Rudey pining away for love of her.
 Meantime Rudey Blenck had quite the opposite opinion.
 While Dell waited on the corner for a bus she was not thinking of Azalia Bonner nor of Rudey Blenck nor of her Aunt Pamela Griffin. She was think ing of Stanley Rem, who was Azalia's