o was free in her
demonstrations of affection, he being so worthy of it.

At last that day which always seems so long in coming, but which always
comes, came to Ben West and Julia Hammond. They had a quiet wedding in
the morning; then came the wedding dinner, after which they went to
Roseland, taking in the theater in the evening and stopping at the
Arlington Hotel that night. The next day they took the Flyer for San
Francisco. On arriving in that city they went to the Clifton Hotel. In
the evening they attended the opera.

As Julia had never been to San Francisco, they decided to spend a week
in sight-seeing. The second week they spent in looking at elegant
houses. After looking round for six days they bought a mansion on Van
Ness avenue for eighty thousand dollars. It originally cost one hundred
and thirty thousand. Then, the third week they spent in selecting
furniture, which cost them twenty thousand dollars. The fourth week they
bought a fine matched team and a carriage, for which they paid fifteen
hundred dollars, and kept them at a livery stable. They also purchased
two bicycles and an automobile, and got three servants, a maid for
Julia, a woman to do the housework, and a Chinese cook. All laundry work
was done out of the house. The second month was spent in going to many
interesting places outside of San Francisco as well as taking in more of
the city. Everything so far had run very smoothly.

Then a conversation arose regarding what business Mr. West had better
turn his attention to to occupy himself. After a little talk, Julia
said: "You have now about four hundred thousand dollars. I do wish you
could make it a million. How proud I should be of you, Ben, to have a
millionaire for a husband. Just think what the people of Orangeville
will say when they hear you have become a millionaire. Why, dear, I
should just worship you to think that I had got a husband that was such
a successful man as to make a million dollars in so short a time. When
you become a millionaire, Ben, we will go to Europe in style, and what a
gay time we will have in Paris, dear."

What a power some women's soft words and smiles have on a man; he is
owned by them, and it was so in the case of Ben West.

Ben said: "Well, dear Julia, I suppose I will have to go to the Klondike
again to make my pile a million."

Julia pouted and looked her prettiest and said: "I do hate to have you
go to that cold and disagreeable country, Ben, and it wi