HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1914-7-9, Page 2Wedth
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CIIABrElt XX: -.'Continued).
W1'enehaw, w110 -vee eufitcieutlY well.
trained to express no sutfr'se 1t my no
expected return, had
the, odelemweTlieuthe
entero, where he
pree rated mo with several :otters on a
(gayer.
One impeilaut•lookintt legal envelope I
took um fOr it wee to the handwriting
of any Fate motherly eolicitor, and a man
or bus)ne,ao, TAY -truet'"e and vest good
friend, Jame Can -worth, 1 was curious
t find what lie had to say to me in tette
ofitoial euvelepe, .for we .were Otani
friende,..ko.being a great lover of paint -
lag. Not until I had begun to read the
letter did I recall the fact that Camworth
lata Admi al 131nkieton f b'z`tucc6 of the
"Just tt little unofficial hint of 6nme-
,thing greatly to your advantage, my dear
A.drean," Camworth wrote. Wow that
the news of your godfather and great-
uncle, Admiral Bl tklstr,0 death--whee
h
reached us two days .ago --le offic=•ally c
firmed, I may ,tell you that immediately
before leaving England he made a fresh
will, by which .you ase benefited :to the
tune of about •1,00 thous 3114 a year, 'to
ntviet you,' co your uncle puts it, 'fn the
010101.1 t1011 or masterpieces 01 marine paint -
Mg.' If the admiral didn't alter hie will
in the interval —he left England three
'weeks 'ago—I shall soon have to hear_tiiy
congratulate you 011 this nice little wind -
foil, -for which I know you' are totally un.
prepared,
Camworth spoke truly. Ilea deemed it
withan the realms of possibility that nay
elderly relative might leave me a few bun-
. .deeds, but such a sum as this exceeded
my wildest expectations. Truth to tell, I
Lad not' speculated much about .the mat -
ms life tnd his tadditis ion artito lar moment my modest in-
come appeared such a paltry trifle when
weighed against the al1•Smliortan1, and
absorbing subject of Lilfth and her dect-
suon,.that Camworth's news failed to pro -
dem the impression he had intended.
You look thoughtful," observed Wray,
watching me closely over his pipe as I
pat the letter down and noosed to con-
sider its effects. "have you had bad
news?"
"I tossed him the latter, and he read it
• through and returnedit with a mutter -
e4 imprecation.
"Wbat great luck some fellows have!"
he exclaimed, 'Now, I suppose, yo1111
chuck painting altogetber?"
"What could possibly induce you to
think so?"
Oh, 1 so1)0c6e you'll settle down now,
marry, and grow fat. By the way. how did
Your wooing speed today? I suppose that
little - girljumped at you?"
On the contrary, she refused me 4)01133-
blank."
Refused you?"
Wray rose from kis cheer in evident in-
terest, and leaned with folded arms over
the table before which I was seated scan.
Hing my face closely.
"Do I hear aright?" he inquired. "And
is it really 120rsible that you were refused
by this little schoolgirl? Try hor again.
. now that you have two thousand year
• more, and see what her answee will be.
"My money 10 nothing to her," I was
beginning, when hue cut me short with
barsh laugh.
"Money nothing to her!" he cried.
"Show me the human being to whom
money is 11113111013. Exhibit her for she
• will be the greatest wonder of the age!
Money is better worth haying than gent -
..1737, or beauty. or virtue, or love—than any-
. thing. -in short, for money will buy every
one of those things] with money eau
can bo a knight, a baronet, au earl, even
man B.A., and, of course, we tell know
1.A.'s are geniuses—ergo, you cau buy
genius. As to love, 11 Iliad money enough
I.
would surround myself with a harem
of the most perfectly beautiful ereaturee
iT1 the world, and they would eat sweets,
and smoke cigarettes, and auarrel like
• wildcat., and Ides and caress me, and
love me very much indeed. Any woman
will love a man who gives her plenty of
money and shows he doesn't care for her.
- ...With your fortune and your marvelous
luck in picture•selling, I should eltuek
London and foggy, dn'ty, narecw-m]nded
Enamel altogether, .and spend half the
• omo4yneaifo*avliN1mu'tk in Rome
caviling
remarks, no more social lave, no more
world ,Notbdng but ease and sunshine,
and the smiles of comfortable, well-fed,
well-paid beautyl There, Hervey! There's
geed counsel as to how 10 enjoy yourself,
from a mem eight years older than you,
and who knows the world. You are wet -
.come to it,and it is quite worth this to-
' liaccol"
• he was stretching his long atoms ane
. Pointed white hands above his head in
one of bis charaetertstloally picturesque
attitudes, for tb•e wan was intensely vain,
and perpetually posing. Mentally, he mos
Pert:e vane peeing, also, and I knew Lim
too well to take hie moathings eeri0usly,
or to be shocked by their startlingly un-
-conventional nature.
"Your Melee has fallen on stony
Around I said, laughing. "I have not
the:•elrghtest wish to poes0303 a h•+rem,
anal if I can only induce the one w0mee
1.1ave to ma.rr,v me, I don't care if I a ever
looket another."
Whitt an extraordinary hallucination!"
he muttered, as he marched up and down
the xoom. Then, suddenly stopping 4m -
mediately in Prone of me, be asked, cure
cyte:
• Are you really ea infatuated about oris
'IA+tle Saxon gis•l, Hervey? So hard hit, 1
meet], that you 'won't be happy, till you
get her,' like the child in the advertise-
ment?'
"She: ie' the one thought in my mind," I
answered. "There is hardly anything I
'meld not eacrlfiee to win her.'
Ito, looked me full in the eyes for se-
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