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Rich! This was the thought that awakened Harry Cresswell to a sense of endless well-being Rich! No longer the e and see without the substance of power--no; now the wealth was real, cold hard dollars, and in piles How hed aloud as he turned on his pillow What did he care? Enough--enough Not less than half a million; perhaps three-quarters of a ?--a whole round million! That would mean from twenty-five to fifty thousand a year Great heavens! and he'd been starving on a bare couple of thousand and trying to keep up appearances! today the Cresswells were alht be married toNorth He had quite forgotten it in the wild excitelected her Of course, there was always the hovering doubt as to whether he really wanted her or not She had the for and fresh and firm On the other hand there was about her a certain independence that he did not like to associate ohts and notions of the world which were, to his Southern training, hardly feminine And yet even they piqued hiht of an untrained colt He had not seen her falter yet beneath his glances or tremble at his touch All this he desired--ardently desired But did he desire her as a wife? He rather thought that he did And if so he must speak today

There was his father, too, to reckon with Colonel Cresswell, with the perversity of the si of their fortunes as his own doing He had foreseen; he had stuck it out; his credit had pulled the thing through; and the trust had learned a thing or two about Southern gentlemen

Toward John Taylor he perceptibly warmed His business methods were such as a Cresswell could never stoop to; but he was a man of his word, and Colonel Cresswell's correspondence with Mr Easterly opened his eyes to the beneficent ideals of Northern capital At the same time he could not consider the Easterlys and the Taylors and such folk as the social equals of the Cresswells, and his prejudice on this score ered on the porch in strange uncertainty Harry Cressould soon be co downstairs Did she want hiuisedly; but from the love she knew to be so near her heart she recoiled in perturbation He wooed her--whether consciously or not, she was always uncertain--with every quiet attention and subtle deference, with a devotion seely quite too delicate for words; he not only fetched her flowers, but flowers that chiown and season--al her wishes His hands, if they touched her, were soft and tender, and yet he gave a curious ith and poise and will