That Fortune

n his callow years there was a woman in whom he could confide. Her sympathy was everything, even if her advice was not always followed. In the years of student life and preparation

tant part of his education. For, though in this way he might never hope

p learned to read in this varying advice the changes in her own experience. There was a time when she hoped he would be a great scholar: there was no position so noble as that of a university professor or president. Then she turned short round and extolled the business life: ge

nature-science is now the thing that pays." Theology she never considered; that was just now too uncertain in its direction. Law she had finally approved; it was still r

o work in a College Settlement, she had learned stenography, she had talked of learning telegraphy, she had been interested in

. To be sure, she wants everything. She has recently come into an open place, and she is distracted by the many opportunities. She has no sooner taken up one than she sees another that seems better, or more important in the development of her sex, and she flies to tha

s of them, and dressed-oh, my friend, dress is still a part of it! So different from a man's convention! Cranks? Yes, a few left over. It was a fine, inspiring meeting. But, honestly, I could not exactly make out what the

ut the biggest piece of candy in the dish that she could afford to give for a little fellow's cent. It never came over me until lately how much good that old woman did in the world. I remember what a comfort it was to go and talk with her. Well,

isn't you friend, for I don't half like him-has made out of that Mavick girl! If I wer

ke. I should like to see an unsophisticated millionaire-ess! But it is an awfully interesting problem, invented or not I'm pretty deep in psychology these days, and I'd give anything to come in contact with that girl. You would just see a woman, and you wouldn't know. I'd see a soul.

ial city; but it was the sort of event to take possession of the country mind. New York millionaires get more than their share of attention in the country press at all times, but this romance be

t would drive me crazy. There is that comfort in not having anything much-you have yourself. You tell Philip that I hope he doesn't go there often. I've no objection to his being kind to the poor thing

s here recently looking after the little house that has been rented ever since the death of her mother. I never saw her look so well and handsome, and yet ther

do ever happen to see that Evelyn in the opera, or anywhe

time, began to arouse a personal interest. Of course merely a psychological interest, though the talk here and there at dinner-tables stimulated his desire, at leas

stands on firm ground. He felt that he was a personage. He betrayed this in a certain deliberation of sp

ce of the editor. And for a time Philip was restrained from intruding the

still attracts attention." Mr.

onaire heiress. It has

chance," replied Brad, who

letters about it

, modestly, "that a little countr

nobody in the country had ever heard the name of Olin Brad,

s a great curiosity to know about

y, and for reasons," and Mr. Brad laughed in a

ow

retty sure to be there, and her mother. There is nothing special about her; but her mother is still a very

night, and a full house. To describe it all would be very interesting to Alice. The Mavick box was empty until the overture was half through. Then appeared a gentleman who looked as if he were perform

without being aware that he was thinking of other things, probably of far-reaching schemes. People always used to say of Mavick, when he was young and a clerk in a Washington bureau, that he looked omniscient. At least the imagination of spectators invested him with a golden hue, and regarded him through the roseate atmosphere tha

ear the stage, and he could very well see what was going on in it, without wholly

face instantly took hold of Philip. He found it more interesting to read the play in her face than on the stage. He seemed instantly to have established a chain of personal sympathy with her. So intense was his regard that it seemed as if she must, if there is anything in the telepathic theory of the interchange of feeling, have been conscious of it. That she was, however, unconscious of any influence reaching her except from the st

or the poetic idea that held her? Perhaps only the latter, for it is Wagner's gift to reach by his creations those who have little technical knowledge of music. At a

glow with enthusiasm during the sword-song was one thing, but it was quite another when Siegfried began his idyl, that nature and bird song of the awakening of the whole being to the passion of love. Then it was that Evelyn's face had a look of surprise, of pain, of profound disturbance; it was suffused with blushes, com

well, and to some extent having her confidence, he used to say to himself that he had litt

n had not been specially given to the artists before,

you appla

girl could say, with heavi