Not that she gave up entirely. She knew the town, and its tendency

toward over-statement. And so she made a desperate attempt, that

afternoon, to tempt Elizabeth. She took her through the greenhouses, and

then through the upper floors of the house. She showed her pictures

of their boat at Miami, and of the house at Marblehead. Elizabeth was

politely interested and completely unresponsive.

"When you think," Mrs. Sayre said at last, "that Wallie will have to

assume a great many burdens one of these days, you can understand how

anxious I am to have him marry the right sort of girl."

She thought Elizabeth flushed slightly.

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"I am sure he will, Mrs. Sayre."

Mrs. Sayre tried a new direction.

"He will have all I have, my dear, and it is a great responsibility.

Used properly, money can be an agent of great good. Wallie's wife can be

a power, if she so chooses. She can look after the poor. I have a long

list of pensioners, but I am too old to add personal service."

"That would be wonderful," Elizabeth said gravely. For a moment she

wished Dick were rich. There was so much to be done with money, and

how well he would know how to do it. She was thoughtful on the way

downstairs, and Mrs. Sayre felt some small satisfaction. Now if Wallie

would only do his part-It was that night that Jim brought the tragedy on the Wheeler house that

was to lie heavy on it for many a day.

There had been a little dinner, one of those small informal affairs

where Mrs. Wheeler, having found in the market the first of the broiling

chickens and some fine green peas, bought them first and then sat down

to the telephone to invite her friends. Mr. Oglethorpe, the clergyman,

and his wife accepted cheerfully; Harrison Miller, resignedly. Then Mrs.

Wheeler drew a long, resolute breath and invited Mrs. Sayre. When that

lady accepted with alacrity Mrs. Wheeler hastily revised her menu,

telephoned the florist for flowers, and spent a long half-hour with

Annie over plates and finger bowls.

Jim was not coming home, and Elizabeth was dining with Nina. Mrs.

Wheeler bustled about the house contentedly. Everything was going well,

after all. Before long there would be a car, and Jim would spend more

time at home. Nina and Leslie were happy again. And Elizabeth--not a

good match, perhaps, but a marriage for love, if ever there was one.

She sat at the foot of her table that night, rather too watchful of

Annie, but supremely content. She had herself scoured the loving cup

to the last degree of brightness and it stood, full of flowers, in the

center of the cloth.




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