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count of what he considered his
"Do you know, though, Jim, I
am afraid my little talents will be
lost' as a rjch man's wife?" she
" said. "I am a very common little
body, who likes to potter about
In the lritchen cooking up nice
meals for those I love. I some
"how take as much interest, in my
cooking and sewing as,Gwren does
in her paintings. I like to see just
how far I can stretch a dollar,
arid when 1 can work in some
thing extra I feel a thrill of virtue
-that would make a financier
laugh," Her voice was very low
arid sweet, and Jim felt it vibrate
rhis heart strings until he could
have cried aloud with pain.
'fWhen I manage tor get a week
r two more Wear out of a gar
ment I have considered utterly
worn out I am as happy as though
sortie one had presented me with
a title, and when I have dusted
and straightened up a room andJ
then can sit down for a few mo
ments' reading-1 enjoy myself as
Fwill never do at any social func
tion no' matter how great my
triumphs may be." She was
watching Jim from under her
soft curling lashes, but he was not
looking at her.
"Say, Jim, do you know what
my ideal of a home has always,
'"No'the man's voice was
surly." "However, "with Ross'
"money 'you can carry but any
nUmber of ideals." '
"I'm not sure of that. Money
has tieWr entered into fhese little,
fancies of mine. J. iiave pictured
a little home, a little one, dear"
friend, for I have nof wanted one
too large for me to takje care of it.
Just a feV rooms- filled with the
things I and my ideal husband
would bring together, not all at
once, but by degrees, loving each
bit hecause of the sacrifice it in
volved." The young- man held up his
hand. "Don't," he whispered
but she went on, her soft voice
sinking a little lower.
"Ihave thoughtof myself w6rk-t
ing about this little home, per
fectly happy, contented with
what was mine because it was
mine, because1 down town there
was a dear, strong man working
for me to take care of me, and
proud because he was doing it,. I
have seen myself planning the
meals, studying his tastes and
gettirig up little surprises for him,
Smiling as my hands Were busy
because of the joy that was. ours.1'
"Please- have a little mercy!"
Jim cried, springing to his feet.
"It's bad enough to know you are
going to marry another iiian
without listening to this," '
Lilith went on, her eyes Very,
"I have pictured myself as the
day drew to its close watching
and listening, and then when I
heard the footstep I could not
mistake, running to the door to
throw it operr and, draw into the
shelter of our home arid my arms
the dearest person in alL the world
to me, my husband."
Her voice died away, and Jim
Stood before her, his face determined.
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