The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1915-04-17

He's the dearest and best OF ia
TIERS" said Marion as IL I'm answer TO
his thought. The financial interests
that demand so much OF his life al
ways leave room for me-. Ii Is ONLY to
himself they are unkind."
The dark eyes gIistenec with someT
thing very like tears as the girl spoke.
and Brill would have cheerfully yield
ed the half Of his fortune for the right
to dry them as a man could.
1--WE often wished she went on
with frmer information. that he were
n salaried worker or that there was
no such thing as money In the world
There isn't. there isn't." he longed
TO cry out. There's only love. For
us two gold shall not exist 10 fret and
vex hearts,
Instead. he told the girl what he
could Of the use and need Of money.
1t was not much nor very Illuminating.
To him money had scarcely been a
concrete thing. II had meant n bal
ance at the bankers upon which one
had only to draw bits Of paper proper
ly signed: coupons requiring only to be
torn off from cracking bonds at stated
intervals to insure new prosperity:
rentals, gathered IN some Intangible.
mysterious way by men called agents.
But his brief experience on this
Golden Greyhound had done more to
awaken him to a realizing sense OF
the vital properties of hard cash than
had all his previous life, and thus he
considered himself fairly well equipped
to speak on the advantages of having
enough for ordinary wants. He must
have felt his subject, for he found
that he had drawn quite close to his
pretty audience. leaning forward to-
ward the tiny divan on which she sat.
her deep. luminous eyes fixed on his.
Once he ventured close upon the
theme of wealth and love-in combina-
ton. Knowing that he himself was
rich. he argued that much money need
not be a barrier to the hearts happi-
ness. Something that he said pleased
the girl, and she raised her arm with
a swift gesture of approval. AS at the
concert, her sleeve fell back. and there
on her wrist cleaned the ruby brace
let. .
The sight of this now cordially hated
object chilled the young mans ardor.
and an eloquent period died on his lips.
He could only stare at the bauble.
The calm logic with which he had rea-
soned that Benedict had sold it TO
Marion's father now appeared the
height of faulty. No; there was but
one thing possible.
1t seemed rs II the girls quick COM
prehension noted the look, and a new
access of color tinted her cheek.
IL see you have noticed my dear
bracelet" she said, with an odd little
smile.
Brill writhed mentally. This was
worse than he had dreamed. ever in
his most pessimistic moments. Her
dear bracelet, indeed.
WASN'T it a superb Christmas gift:'
she went on. to his still deeper woe.
Il told you l had the best of fathers"
"Aha.' he thought triumphantly. Il
was right. Benedict did sell it."
Just think of remembering me in
the confusion Of our departure" she
continued. Father drove to Tiffany's
just before we sailed. 1t seemed fun
NY, but l didn't know we stopped there.
1t showed that day; perhaps you rec
ollect.'
Yes. it had showed that day! But
on this day, in this cabin, surrounded
and possessed by the sweet femininity
Of the woman he loved with all his
strength, there anne to Brill n splen-
did flash of conviction, brief as the
lightning, yet enough to illumine every
dark place.
The glow Of happiness was almost
o-verpowering. To hide his confusion
he made pretense of wishing to exam
inc the bracelet. The girl extended her
hand simply, yet with a shyness that
limited of surrender.
With Marion Jennison's fingers rest
ing on his own, bracelets were con-
temptible trivialities. Yet he must at
least look at the trinket. AS he did SO
he realized how much he might have
been spared had he not been purblind
with jealousy.
The band was by no means a u
terpart of the one he had pledged with
Benedict. 1t was smaller, and at Ell
Their side of the clasp were two stones
set one above the other. He remembered
having seen this very bracelet at Tiff
fany's on that never to be forgotten
day, and he would have bought 1t but
for doubt that 1t could be shut over
Julia Carstairs' chubby wrist.
at is very beautiful" he murmured.
He knew that convention demanded
that he release this hand that still lin
gered in his, but he held it fast because
he was about to tell its lovely owner
that he wanted it forever. Fate will
ed otherwise.
The outer door opened. and Benedict
stood at the threshold. His face was
imna ssiye. as ALWAYS. but Brill knew