d say so to her face.'"

"September brought freshness to the stock market but not to me. Mr.
Beverly, like the well-to-do man that he was, remained away in Europe
until October should require his presence as a guiding hand in the
office. Thus was I left without his buoyant consolation in the face of
my investments."

"Petunias were being adjusted on a four per cent basis; Dutchess
and Columbia Traction was holding its own; I could not complain of
Amalgamated Electric, though it was now lower than when I had bought
it, while had I sold it on that Wednesday in May when Ethel begged me,
before the increased dividend turned out a mistake, I should have made
money. But Philippi Sewers were threatened; Pasteurised Feeders had been
numb since June; Pollyopolis Heat, Light, Power, Paving, Pressing, and
Packing was going to pass its quarterly dividend; and Standard Egg had
gone down from 63 to 7 1/8. My million dollars on paper now was worth
in reality less than a quarter of that sum, and although we could still
make both ends meet fairly well in some place where you wouldn't want to
live, like Philadelphia, in New York we should drop into a pinched and
dwarfed obscurity."

"I must say now, and I shall never forget, that Ethel during these
gloomy weeks behaved much better than I did. The grayer the outlook
became, the more words of hope and sense she seemed to find She reminded
me that, after all my Uncle Godfrey's legacy had been a thing unlooked
for, something out of my scheme of life that I had my youth, my salary
and my writing; and that she would wait till she was as old at Mr.
Beverly's mother."

"It was the thought of that lady which brought from Ethel the only note
of complaint she uttered in my presence during that whole dreary month."

"We were spending Sunday with a house party at Hyde Park; and driving
to church, we passed an avenue gate with a lodge. 'Rockhurst, sir,' said
the coachman. 'Whose place?' I inquired. 'The old Beverly place, sir.'
Ethel heard him tell me this; and as we went on, we saw a carriage and
pair coming down the avenue toward the gate with that look which horses
always seem to have when they are taking the family to church on Sunday
morning."

"'If I see her,' said Ethel to me as we entered the door, 'I shall be
unable to say my prayers.'"

"But only young people came into the Beverly pew, and Ethel said her
prayers and also sang the hymn and chants very sweetly."

"After the service,