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A REVELATION. 19 ‘You are not leading him on just to throw him Over and break his heart? Bess, I don’t—I can’t believe it of you.”’ ‘“‘Why not? I’m sure it’s no more than I have seen you do a score of times.”’ ‘You never saw me flirt with anything but a rich young man. I never in all my life tried to break the heart of a poor young man.,’’ *‘Where is the difference?’’ ‘‘Bess, I know the pangs of poverty, and I have deep sympathy for that poor young man, Dick Mason, with his lovely mustache. What will he have to con- sole him, when you break his heart? You throw him over and not only does he lose the loveliest and most beautiful girl in all the world, but a lot of money besides. If you are determined to break hearts break a rich man’s heart, then he’s got his money to console him.’’ **So you think Mr. Mason is after money.’’ *“No, I don’t. And you know he isn’t. I don’t believe Dick Mason cares a copper penny for all the money your father has got.”” ‘*You seem to be a warm friend of Mr. Mason.’’ **T am, and I mean he shall know it. And Bess, if ou don’t love that Dick Mason and marry him too, "ll never speak to you again, and I’U—T’U—T’1]——_”" *“*Marry him yourself ?’’ **No, I won’t; he’s too poor.’’ *“Who is mercenary now?’’ laughed Bessie. Before Wallis could retort, the roll of wheels upon the gravel of the carriageway was heard. The young girl springing to the window cried out: ‘*It is your father, Bess. Now comes the tug of war. Shall I stay? No? Then I'll run home and come back after dinner to learn who is victor in the sanguinary battle.”’ She had hardly left the apartment when a servant Conmicloeo® S C@ 3