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, until you have made a business rec
ord. When you feel that you have
conscientiously made it, send me a
token a rose."
"A red rose, yes," .said. Selden
"the emblem of love.". "
"No, a white rose," replied Maria.
"I have read a pretty story some
where that white was the emblematic
guerdon of a soul strong to meet and
master temptation. The red rose is
too much the color of wine," she ad
ded, meaningly. "When the white
rose comes I shall go to papa, and
then come back."
Seldori reached the city with suffi
cient to finance himself for a time. It
was quite, natural that he should take
time to enjoy the sights. He was
well educated, and something of an
accountant, ,aud the prospects of a
position seemed favorable.
One unfortunate .night, however,
he was' induced to enter a chib room.
What was bred in the bone of three
generations in sL proud, indolent typi
cal southern family came out strong
ly at the sight of a roulette wheel.
Selden Randall left the place with his
cash-all gone. He had even risked--his
personal jewelry all, except a keep
sake ring, which Marcia. had given
As h"e came out into the cold,
cheerless street, he sadly removed
the cherished circlet from his finger.
Reverently he kissed it. Then he
made a solemn vow never to touch
a card again.
After that, almost penniless, with
no friends, he began to realize what
real privation meant. He was too
proud to send to home friends for
money. For a week he desceridedthe
scale from hotel to lodging, from
that one bleak'' stormy night to the
shelter of a vacant building, hungry,
faint and discouraged. He lay down
on a broken bench, but he could not
sleep. In a painful daze he counted'
the slow hours go by, resolving with
the morning to seek work, as a labor
er anything to . insure regular food
and a shelter. ...
It must have been nearly daylight
when a shbt in the street without
startled him, then shouts. And then
one of the shabby windows of the
place was crashed through. A heavy
object struck him, nearly stunning
The sound of rapid footsteps, indi
cating a pursuit of some kind, died
away. Recovering himself, Selden ex
amined the object that had been sent
flying through the window.
It was a valise. It bore several
travel-worn tags. On a. silver plate
near its handles were the words,.!
"Woodbridge, Palmer Terrace."
Carrying the valise, scarcely know
ing what to do about it, Selden went
out on tlje street. It was deserted,
and he could not account for the;
strange manner in which the valise;
had come into his possession. He had
heard of Palmer terrace, a fashion
able quarter of the town. Selden en
tered a. drug store and consulted a
directory. Sure enough, at a certain
number .qq Palmer terrace was a Jos-
eph Woodbridge. Selden proceeded to
One 'glorious .morning just "six
monthsi afterthat Marcia Danvers
received from ttfe ppstman at Lisle a
little -tro-" Witbra" flutteringJheartshe
ran up to her room. The writing upon
the box she' recognized at once. She
tore off the wrappings, removed the
cover, and viewed the first token re
ceived for over half a year from her
lover a rose.-
A rose, but a yellow rose. What did
it mean? Puzzled, then perturbed,
and then anxious,, she, tried to solve
the enigma in vain. And then, the
next morning Selden Randall himself
, He came'up the garden, path, smil
ing, joyous; hope, health, and devo
tion personified. He took her into his
arms with assurance and pride.
"But 'the- rose not the white
one?" challenged Marcia, as soon as
the first greetings were over.
Selden reached into his pocket and
drew forth his hand, overflowing with.