The Four Million eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 198 pages of information about The Four Million.

The Four Million eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 198 pages of information about The Four Million.

“I haven’t had a chance,” said Richard.

“Make one,” said Anthony.  “Take her for a walk in the park, or a straw ride, or walk home with her from church.  Chance!  Pshaw!”

“You don’t know the social mill, dad.  She’s part of the stream that turns it.  Every hour and minute of her time is arranged for days in advance.  I must have that girl, dad, or this town is a blackjack swamp forevermore.  And I can’t write it—­I can’t do that.”

“Tut!” said the old man.  “Do you mean to tell me that with all the money I’ve got you can’t get an hour or two of a girl’s time for yourself?”

“I’ve put it off too late.  She’s going to sail for Europe at noon day after to-morrow for a two years’ stay.  I’m to see her alone to-morrow evening for a few minutes.  She’s at Larchmont now at her aunt’s.  I can’t go there.  But I’m allowed to meet her with a cab at the Grand Central Station to-morrow evening at the 8.30 train.  We drive down Broadway to Wallack’s at a gallop, where her mother and a box party will be waiting for us in the lobby.  Do you think she would listen to a declaration from me during that six or eight minutes under those circumstances?  No.  And what chance would I have in the theatre or afterward?  None.  No, dad, this is one tangle that your money can’t unravel.  We can’t buy one minute of time with cash; if we could, rich people would live longer.  There’s no hope of getting a talk with Miss Lantry before she sails.”

“All right, Richard, my boy,” said old Anthony, cheerfully.  “You may run along down to your club now.  I’m glad it ain’t your liver.  But don’t forget to burn a few punk sticks in the joss house to the great god Mazuma from time to time.  You say money won’t buy time?  Well, of course, you can’t order eternity wrapped up and delivered at your residence for a price, but I’ve seen Father Time get pretty bad stone bruises on his heels when he walked through the gold diggings.”

That night came Aunt Ellen, gentle, sentimental, wrinkled, sighing, oppressed by wealth, in to Brother Anthony at his evening paper, and began discourse on the subject of lovers’ woes.

“He told me all about it,” said brother Anthony, yawning.  “I told him my bank account was at his service.  And then he began to knock money.  Said money couldn’t help.  Said the rules of society couldn’t be bucked for a yard by a team of ten-millionaires.”

“Oh, Anthony,” sighed Aunt Ellen, “I wish you would not think so much of money.  Wealth is nothing where a true affection is concerned.  Love is all-powerful.  If he only had spoken earlier!  She could not have refused our Richard.  But now I fear it is too late.  He will have no opportunity to address her.  All your gold cannot bring happiness to your son.”

At eight o’clock the next evening Aunt Ellen took a quaint old gold ring from a moth-eaten case and gave it to Richard.

“Wear it to-night, nephew,” she begged.  “Your mother gave it to me.  Good luck in love she said it brought.  She asked me to give it to you when you had found the one you loved.”

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