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Love, Carfare, and a Plutocrat
"3'^kOYCK lIBAOE*S studio factotum Ijrought
BOYCE card just tfadto factotum brought
■ :trd y.:~A a^ he was paintin ■
i "ft signature on his first jxjrtrait of a notable.
* *" He whistled softly to himself. '(..,<»]
work? Show him in."
Benjamin Patent's balk appeared in the door
way, aggressive, pro perous, blatant with flawless
new;: - . " Ah, Mr. Meade! " he said suavely. "I met
you .•• the club the other evening, you remember."
"V- .of <-ourse. Glad to see you."
"1 your studio? Comfortable quarters." Ber
harti rtainly desired to l>e agreeable. In point "i
fact. " ■■■ ides workshop struck him as pitiably lack
ing i;i hat he had <■' late learned to regard as the
more • ::'. irts of life "Ah!" he continued as he
cau^h- sight of the portrait on the easel. "So
you ■'.•■ been doing him, have you "
M' watched liis visitor curiously. professionally.
GiuM get lx-neath that bland pink mask, dis
cover and then lix on canvas ■ soul which would
redeem his man's ]>ortrait from bopelesf medi
ocre;. - Would thai discovered soul be pink also?
no-ham turned abruptly, surprising Meade's quiz
"T;. • good— that's very good' You'll be a
Wg gun ure. So you think I'm about to order
one myself, eh?"
Mead< laughed. '"The idea had crossed my mind,
1 admit '
"You • arong. At least not just yet, but later —
later. It V another deal I want with you. I m a
busjn( man. ad I put it as a plain business propo
sition ! came to order a wife. not a portrait.'
"Good Lord!" roar<-d Meade. " I don't keep the
£rtirl<- jn r<K-k."
Pcrhaoi nuled complacently. "Oh, but you can
P»t jour hand on what I want all right," he said.
I've made inquiries, and got your pedigree down
to aT. V'ou're a Virginian, old family and all that.
and I ;;. ,■ an idea that Virginia furnishes the best
thoroughbred lillies. Now. I've had three seasons
:n *^' vV ' rk since I came into my m<»nev, and I'm
blesM-rj - ] jjk,. tJu . ■ 4OO ' brand ' Too restless, too
r^r, -..., highly seasoned. too knowing, for me.
1 want ;. - r i with loads of family behind her. poor
ar.<l proud, nrho hasn't had herchance at a fling,
and KboTl cut a lag dash here with my money in a
way to u:.ik<* the regulars fit up and take notice.
|n other Aords, I hay.-n't gal family and position;
Wit I've got the money to buy it and I choose to
buy it where it's . .].;, • — Jamestown stock and all
"i."it. *'"il you find me the girl?"
;j'J^ find her?" asked Meade. "Or shall I play
Joba Ald.-n. too?*!
. "Joini Ai.j.n? Oh. you mean the Miles Standish
:#li< - x,, lil do j^^. ov . n proposing all right;
«'jn t forget that. But 'this is mv idea. You come
w«a to my yacht in the North River to-morrow at
-•firee o,j ( » •j it an( j •.- il make our plan on the run
,. Wn T " Kalm Beach. We'll look the ground over
( '1 r - •'"'' by that tim»* you'll have lixed on a girl
*W» and v.e'U make for your home diggings. It
watlikdy tbereH be any but regulars at the beach-"
p, v ' r ''\'.d on your yacht*" aske<l Meade.
grinned i broadly. Hi yachting parties
?~* WOOUS. "No I've CUt it all dead. I'm go
'" to s«-t«le down on the level and be the domestic
p'lii.-ial now. I've had my fling. But say! You
lil'l'-' " Vi k"' ?***•? ,ou ■ oin<- iii when you find the
j,,-'.. •*" ■ v.ant is your guaranty ami the intro
«»2»on: hut it'll | M . a good thing How would five
<tr-L Sand *>"*" cash and my eternal friendship
'•irikt- yjjij ' "
flushed and said shortly. "You overrate
£;.' '""■-> U*-' «-rvi« «• I may render. Anyone could
it., , )' m the "•! k lion you know. As it is, I
i debtor !■
"on t mention it. Well how's this? If we
By Harriet Gaylord
-<\\]> on a v;irl and I tn.trrv her, you'll do all ■:.<
portraits at fancy prices; have my yacht .<i
>>;: times. I'll k iVl ' > <m 'T s <>n horses, and put you
■"1 your friends up at my Long Island house in
make you family godpapa Dues that save
your ] >n< !«■ '. "
"Eminently!" laughed Meade. ll<- found 1h
liktii I'< r ii.iin The residuum of the man's roving
}if«- was a crudity bluff, l*reezy, genuine. Hut
■ li.it would one ot his <-..hl.<-r have in common with
;• ol girl besought? Would money ly that
kind oi wife?
" All • L'h' then," s.ii<] Perham. ri ing and K n l'
: :-iu r Meade's band, "(■■o.m! b; till to
morrow Think 'em -ill over .• ■' ■ i hi^h
stepper that don't need the spui It --h<- tak< the
liit in her mouth, all th<- better. That's my l>r.in<l
in horse-- an<l "
On the evening of their arrival at Palm Beach,
the two men strolled into the cafe at Bradley's,
nodding to acquaintance here and there. I'erham
was just giving the order, when Meade caught sight
of a girl rising from a table in the corner opposite.
"Excuse me" he said hurriedly. "I'll he liack
in a moment "
Ruth Calvert, by all that's holy!" he cried when
he had reached the girl and gras]>ed her hand re
linquishing it with reluctance to greet the other
woman. "This is a delightful surprise. Mrs. Drake.
How are you, Drake? When did you come, and
}]<•.•. did you manage to corral Ruth"'"
"We've been here two weeks." answered the
chaperon. "How folly that you are in time for the
ball! And how do you come to have Benjamin
Perham in tow? Tell me that first."
"Oh. I'm going to paint him some day. and he
brought me down on hi* yacht I'm soul bunting,
as it were deciding on effective poses and all that
sort of thing, ' lied Meade cheerfully. " But, Ruth!
How did you get here?"
It's Milly's treat. Wasn't it dear of her? She
unearthed me. and clothed me, and now is teaching
me the pace. Don't 1 look almost good enough to
'Rather'" He thought of Perham 1 requisite:
"A high stepper." Ruth's slender, well poised
patrician beauty bespok. her "Jamestown lock
and all that," and her uncompromising loyalty to
caste would corroborate his own conviction that
'such as she did not sell themselves for money.
"We ..re going in to sweep the stakes now," aid
Mr-. Miller-Drake. "Won't you join us after you
have dined? Bring Mr. Perham. He is Mire to be
"Delighted,*." answered Meade He walked at
Ruth's »ide through the oblique passage to the door
of the gambling room.
"I can't realize my good luck!" he said softly.
"Think of stumbling on you here, when I've been
planning ever since 1 left New York to <.! a day
oil and Ret to Richmond!"
" Boyce don't talk like that ever again!" said the
girl impatiently. "You mustn't, really."
"Oh. but 1 hall."
"No, you won't. Not long."
"What <!•< you mean?"
"Are you at the Breakers? "
• "No. at the Poiriciana."
"Come to the Breakers at half-past seven to
morrow morning We'll have a run on the beach
and 111 explain." she whispered hurriedly, as the
others waited in the doorway.
••Don't eat too long!" cried Mrs. Miller-Drake.
"It's more fun in here. "
As he made his way back to their table, Meade
puzzled over the change in Ruth. She was the
most honest, straightforward comrade of hi boy
hood. What did she mean?
"You're all right!" declared Perham as Meade
took his eat "1 ( knew 1 could hank on you.
Who's our friend?"
Meade laughed incredulously. "Not Ruth Lal
vert? Good Lord! that's irony. You don want
to marry her already?" ...
"Oh. I got a half good look. Do. i t she till the
bill' She's not married?"
" Nor spoken for? ....
Meade temporized. "I'm not sure that she isn t,
•■mil anyhow she's not money mad. 111 introduce
;'.;;;;••, ,, v ,,, kno* the Miller-Dr
Mrs' Drake asked us to join them later."
'•Can't say 1 do. New Yorkers?
"Miss Calvert 's chaperon? M
"Yes. They ere at school together.
During their somewhat abbreviated dinner,
Meade amused at Perham's assurance, alternately
-.nswered and parried his questions about the girl s
,nb\\ert«i a "n.l character When they entered the
e ;»ln"r<« they found Mrs. Miller-Drake with
'..mi.ini, i at one of the roulette tables, just
sweeSngthe thirty-six numt»ers. while her husband
and Ruth to«xl behind and applauded her succ<
"Better stop while you're to the : d. Mill}
Drake advised Then Meade presented Perhan
"Are you going to Make. Mr. Perham?" laugh«-<]
Mrs. Miller Drake |>rettilv "Because il you art
I 'ii.ill have to stop. I've heard thai you alwa;
succeed at everything you undertake."
"I'll take your words a a good omen." declare*
Perham, "and not spoil your luck. I'll wat<
ni^ht. Do you jilav. Miss Csil vert?"
"Not often ' loriillaslieilalook.it Boyc< ,:
be recalled surprising h» - r once \\ ben she was sixteei
crying over a shabby frock which refused to I
turned so she coukl wear it to a party. "I lov< i
.vatch Mills, though. S!u- has great luck
Perham serenely monopolized the girl th« :.
oi the evening Meade overheard him contenting
!or the greatei part ol her dances at the Washing
ton's Birthday 1-all the following night, but \\a> .mi
amused He knew Ruth. So when Perham slap]*-*!
him on the ba< k alter they were alone and exclaimed.
1 Sin can have me all right, <>1«1 man 1 " he
' How <lo you know the will take you?"
' Take me?" snorted Perham. "Confound it
man! she's poor, and she wasn't ever made for p..
ertv. Take me? Good Lord! she'll like on]
■ ejl to make m\ money fh . Slie's all ri<^ht '
• Xow, see here," said Meade, "Kutli Calveri is
the last k'irl I'd have picked out for you. I i
afraid you'll turned down hard, Perham. I've
known lier we were children together, .mi
she's not the who would marr\ a man Ut hi>
money. Straiyhi and tine and clear cut, sh< will
:...iir\ for love you may hank on that."
Perham's smile was fatuous, "oh. I'll makt ht-i
me .ill n^'ht. too, and I'm going to m:irr\ her,
and don't ■ ou forget it! "
"Confound it Perham!" cried Meade. -.tnlsn,:
• on the table so hard that he overturned his
whisk} and -««!a "Let's understand each othei
I've meant to man;. Ruth Calvert lor years v
soon as 1 got enough ahead to keep her decenth
"Have you asked her to wait?* Perham spoki
imperturbablv, and shoved a fresh j^lass acros: i ■
"N.i How ..mid I? Hut she must know."
"Well, I'm sorr 1 liave chosen your X' r '. bui it
you right lor dilly-dallying. Some one else
would do ii il 1 didn't, and you'll never have the
mone} to keep her as she ought to be kept. You
think she won't marry me; I think she will. Yon
ask her to-morro« to wail till you've made your
pile; 1 il i-k her to iri< k up my pile and scatter il u«
inds, though I 11 put the proposition delicate!
to save her pride. Fair nek! and no favors, and
well lei the lad\ ■ toosi How's that?"
In spite of his tx>usu d • onfid* nee, Mead<
a trifle sulk} ; but at the lirst s _-ht o: Ruth
veranda oi the Breakers t! . nexi
;- --J >jri T< rose
I hardly kn.-v\ you in all this finery." be a;i.
"You' into your own " He was to., gen
erous • o assured of her caKber, to feel that he was
ringing his own death knell
"Tell me all about yourself, Boyce," she said as
the} started along the beach under the palms, and
she kept the conversation <>n external matters until
turned to go home. Then he demanded
"Kuth. whai -li'l you mean la--t night? Why are
you so stand-offish' You know I've loved you al
ways. and two or three more portraits like the last
and I'm coming to pick you up and carry you^ofl
to live on a shelf in an apartment house in Sew
"Nonsense. Boyce!" Sh«- kept her tare turned
away toward the water. .in«l her voice came to