The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-09-30
The Signal
OF the Rose
A Girl Who Had Every.
thing She Wanted
BY AGNES 6. BR06M

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David Bourne turned from the wild
commotion Of the pit" with its babel
Of high keyed voices, and passed out
Into the morning sunshine. 80 old
Richards has won again." Failure
seemed q word unknown to this wiz
ard In the world Of finance. How did
he do TT What god Of fortune wait
ed upon this great Spectator, giving
him infallibly the proper cue7 And
what new sxtravagance would this
later victory bestow upon Paula
Paula, the daughter Of whom her ia
Their so proudly boosted, "She shall
have everything she wants?"
THE girl who has everything she
wants." Bourne thought Of her now
as he strobe along, and an inner light
passed over his features, erasing all
WEAKNESS. 1t had been mistaken kind
ness upon the part Of the doting father.
carrying out this humble clerk In his
employ to spend delightful days at his
famous home on the Hudson. Had it
been an intentional kindness, David
wondered gioomily, or merely the insa-
table. desire Of the man to impress
xrSkh h se h.
daughter, who was beautiful, had also
been kind. David pictured her now
moving with a sort Of stately dignity,
her little dusky head held high, her
rure and radiant smile. And she had
done justice to the generous advantage
Of her training; her touch upon the pi-
ano was Joy, her voice charm to be
remembered.
David sighed abruptly. THE girl
who has everything she wants." He
recalled half bitterly the luxury of
her surroundings, the rich draperies
which chung about her slender figure,
the little jeweled fngers-Paula Rich
ards, only daughter Of the king Of
fnance-and he. David Bourne, loved
her. Sometimes he had fancied q ten
derness in the girls eyes appraised to
his, q wistfulness answering to his
own unspoken longing. But David put
these dreams resolutely from him. He
even laughed contemptuously a. he
squared his shoulders.
you poor simpletonv' he breathed.
Stll It was grOwing-the little hoard
In the bank-growing, oh, 30 slowly.
with such painful self sacrificing, with
almost hopeless desperation. Yet there
were times when the hopelessness van
ished, and David smoked on In sub.
dued excitement al he planned his one
plunge, his first venture In the pit of
the Stock Exchange. And II he were
successful, II he could follow the lead
Of his great employer, II his money
should come back increased q hun.
dredfold, why, then she might be his
and still continue to be "the girl who
had everything she wanted" Until
then he must worship at her feet a.
long as she should be kind.
She met him that evening with her
usual sweet gravity. He had always
admired this pretty seriousness, light
ened by her rare smile. Tonight the
smile seemed more rare than ever.
She glanced at him with concern.
'"You are tired" said Paula, "or
troubled"
David laughed shortly. Troubled,
think" he replied. "Will you play for
meT
With her characteristic understand.
ing the girl seated herself at the piano.
Throughout the Love Symphony" he
wondered wildly II a millionaire's
daughter might not possibly find hap
piness in small apartment, II 70.
nance might not be made to atone
for the absence Of retinue Of serv-
ants, II and If A song of Caruso's
brought him back to the opera and
Paula there in her fathers box. with
her the people Of her kind.
"Paula!" be cried abruptly. The girl
quietly arose and stood before him.
David pointed a tentative finger at the
diamonds upon her hands. you love
those things?" he asked.
"Why, Of course" she answered,
wondering. Il love everything beau.
tiful." She smiled at the roses upon
her breast. II cover myself with roses
and cover myself with Jewels"
And you may have for the wishing
anything which money can buyr'
! Paula nodded. "Yes," she said.
David jumped to his feet IF I
could say that" he cried, "rd be the
happiest man In the worldv'
Her voice came to him softly, 'Ts
there something. then. that you wish
for 30 very much?
He laughed shakily. THE moon, ]
think" said David.
and" she persisted, would money
purchase this particular moon Of
yoursr"
Perhaps not" he answered, but Il
would at least give me a chance t.
try" Passionately he swung around
upon her. "I'm quite mad tonight,
Paula" he said tensely. "You and
your music have sent me up into q
fools paradise Of hope. I want Il
tell you something. not Of my love fol
you; you have always known that
Your fathers success has got into my
blood. I've thought that II I could
make one deal like his today I'd dare
to voice the longing that's consuming
my heart. I have been able to save
q little money. and-and I'm going Il