The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, August 30, 1903, Page 1

1LY ERE is the most fascinating [~ || preblem in the world to-dsy, & & presented in its most fascinat- ing forr. Itis theme of Richard P. Greaves’ mew novel, “Brewster’s Millions.” “Can you spend & million & year, get your money’s worth and yet have nothing to show for it at the end of tha* time?” If you think you can, just vead on. «“Brewster's Mil- lions” will teach you & thing or two and hold you in complete thralldom while doing it Under the Sunday Call’s new liter- -qpnuqyeu'mnothwbml leng. You not enly get the very latest mevels by the most famous writers in the world, but you get them quick. There are not long waits between installments and no inter- minable series of “Continued in our mext” catch lines. Then in rapid succession will fol- low that thrilling mew novel, “Th Golden Fetich” by Eden Phillpotis; “The Master of Appleby,” by Francis Lynn; “Crittenden,” by John Fox 3r.; “The Two Vanrevels,” by Bootg Tarkington; “The Turnpike House, by Fergus Hume, etc., etc. Copyright, 1908, by Herbert 8. Btone & Co. All Rights Reserved jen't that reasonable the 1 he asked himself aft boy had cherity she at your first dinner?” she affected mild embar- very attractive.” There Peggy's heart i she's one said, paving the she seems to care for that Peggy laughed Peggy came over her her eves e more. “Does he brought her w things had reached home he IX. LOVE AND A PRIZE-FIGHT. to repeat the expressions regarding —one Jones, reading his telegram. But he felt ly relieved after he had uttered accounts of the was to take pi evening. He r “upper learned inc: was to be quite o amateur was to box a k to see an opportunity, self into the belief that nes could mot object to of sportsmanship, Brew- rison book several good result. Hé intimated that believe that the favor- Harrison soon placed $3000 The young financler felt so e result that he entered the bets on the profit side of his ledger the mo- ment he re ed Harrison’s report. telephonped Miss Drew. She - sible to the gignificance of } v if she would be in that after- T She had observed in“him;of late a condition of uneasiness, supplésiented by moroseness and occasional pesiods of fras- c y. Ewvery girl whose oceupation in life is the study of men recognizes these ;-v toms and knows how to tredt them. n ar had dealt with many meényaf- n this manner, and the fluttef of pation that came with his urgent ples to see her was tempered fby - ence. It had somethirk of Joy 'n'it, fo¥ She cared enough for Montgomery Brew- ster to have made her anxiously uncer- of his state of mind. She cared, in- n more than she intended to he outset was nearly half-past five when he and for once the philosophical Miss a little irritation. his object in coming that his a trifle rufing. He apol- for being I p. and succeeded' in nishing the pique that possessed her. as naturally impossible for him to secrets with her, and that is did not tell “her that Grant & d called him up to report the re- a telegram from Swearengen which the gentleman laconically could feed the whole State of for less than $6000. Beyond that s no comment. Brewster, in dire , hastened to the office of the They smiled when he burst them heavens!” he exclaimed, “does the miserly old hayseed expect me to «pend a million for newspapers, cigarettes and Boston terriers? I thought he would be reasonable!” “He evidently has seen the newspaper accounts of your dinner, and this is mere- Iy his comment,” sald Mr. Ripley. s either a warning, or else he's am- s in his compliments,” growled isgustedly. 't belleve he disapproved, Mr. Brewster. In the West the old gentle- man is widely known as a wit.” ‘A wit, eh? Then he'll appreciate an answer from me. Have you a telegraph Mr. Grant?” minutes later .the following tele- wearengen Jones was awaliting of a messenger boy, and Brew- blandly suring Messrs, Grant that he did not ‘‘care a fap for quences NEW YORK, October 23, 1—. Butte, Mont uld do it for less than six a is regarded as the best y the world, but we don't of stuff in New York. That's 1ive here BREWSTER ss Drew’s home he received this re- sponse from far-away Montana: BUTTE, Montana, Oct. 23, 1—. Montgomery Brewster, New York oucana feet above the se that's why beginning to despair, Miss Drew, reproachfully, when he ywn from the height of his nd remembered that there things of more importance. ht in his eyes brought the faint- inge of red to her cheeks, and where a moment before there had been annoy- ce, there was now a fecling of serenity, For a moment the silence was fraught with purpose. Monty glanced around the ertain how to begin. It was not v as he imagined. ou are very good to see me,” he sald t. “It was absolutely necessary for m talk to you this evening; I could not have endured the suspense any long- er bara, I've sent three or four sleep- less nights on your account. Will it spoll your evening if I tell you in plain words what you already know? It won’t bother will it?” he floundered. »u mean, Monty she begged, purposely dense, and with won- derful control of eyes. crful control of eyes. you knew about it all along or I should told you before. That's why I n't slept. The fear that you may not re for me has driven me nearly to dis- »n. Tt couldn’t go on any longer. I t know to-day.” ere was a gleam in his eyes that je her pose of indifference difficult; vor of his half-whispered words ssession of her. She had expected ent of such a different character his frank confession disarmed her completely. Beneath his ardent, abrupt plea there was assurance, the confi- dence of one who s not to be denfed. It was not what he had sald, puit the way he had sald it. A wave of eXultation swept over her, tingling through every nerve. Under the spell her resolution to dally lightly with his emotion suffered a check that almost brought lgnominious surren- der. Both of her hands were clasped in h when he exultantly resumed the arge against her heart, but she was rap- 1dly regaining control of her emotions and he did not know that he was losing ground with each step he took forward. Barbara Drew loved Brewster, but she was going to make him pay dearly for the brief lapse her composure had expe- rienced. When next she spoke she was again the Miss Drew who had been trained in the ways of the world, and not the young girl in love “I care for you a great deal, Monty,” she said, “but I'm wondering whether I care enough to—marry you.” “We haven't known each 'other very long, Babs,” he said, -tenderly, “but I think we know each other well enough té be beyond wondering.” “It is like you to manage the whole thing,” she said, chidingly. “Can’t you %ive me time to convince myself that I fove: you as you would like, and as I must love if T expect to be happy with the man I marry?”’ “I forgot myself,”” be sald, hunfbly. “¥ou forgot me,” she protested, gently, touched by this sign of contrition. “I do cire for you, Monty, but-don’t you'see it's no little thing: ycu ask of me? I must be sure—very sure--hefore T—before—'" “Don’t be ‘so distressed,” he pleaded. ““You will love me, T kpow, because you .Jo¥e ‘me mow. This ‘mi ‘much to ‘me, but it means more to you. You are the woman, and you are the one whose hap- had come d exasp: we JECTION . Aveust 30°1903. piness should be considered. I can only live in the hope that when I come to you agaln with this same story and this same question you'll mot be afrald to trust yourself to me.” ““You deserve to be happy for that, Mon. ty,” she said, earnestly, and it was with difficulty that she kept her eyes from wavering as they looked into his. “You will let me try to make you love me?” he asked, eagerly. “I may not be, worth the struggle.”™ “I'll take that chance,” he replied. She was conscious of disappointment after he was gone. He had not pleaded as ardently as she had expected and de- sired, and try as she would she could not banish the touch of irritation that had come to haunt her for the night. Brewster walked to the club, elated that he had at least made a beginning. His position was now clear. Besides losing a fortune, he, must win Barbara in open competitich. At the theater that evening he met Har- rison, who was in a state of jubllation. “Where did you get that tip?’ asked he. “Tip? What tip?” from Brewster. “On the prize fight.” Brewster's face fell and something cold erept ‘over him. “How did—what was the result?™ he asked, sure of the answer. “Haven't you heard? Your man knocks