"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."

Young

Rockwall took the ring reverently and tried it on his smallest finger. It

slipped as far as the second joint and stopped. He took it off and stuffed it

into his vest pocket, after the manner of man. And then he 'phoned for his cab.

At

the station he capt...