How She Might Get One

The Millioualre's Daughter Was Tlred of No-Acconnt Noblemen. "Father!" The beautiful heiress looked lovingly into the eyes of the great capitalist. "Yes, my child." He, who was cold and haughty to others, was gentle as a woman with her, and his voice and manner showed how much her happiness was to him. "I'm dying of ennui, father," she said. "Won't you grant me a little favor?" "Anything ir reason that you wish, Beatrice," he ariwered. "It will not aost much, father," she said. "I am a-weary of everything I have and I would marry. Buy me á man." "My child, but last week I got an English duke and a Frenen count, and - " "I know, father," she interrupted, wearily, "but you were cheated on that last importation. I fenew the moment I saw them that they were not according to invoice, so I couldn't accept either. I want a man - a real man." "Some one of courage, energy and independenee?" he asked, hesitatingly, as if fearful of her answer. "Yes," she said. "Alas! my poor girl, there are none for sale," he said sadly. "I can buy you a title or a yacht or social position or a dude, but a man - a real man - oannot be purchased. Let me get you another invoice of lords, and possibly you may - " "No," she said, decidedly, "I must have a man." He walked the floor in great perturbation for a few minutes. Then his face suddenly brightened. "I have it!" he said, "Strange I never thought of it before." "You'll buy me one," she said. "I cannot," he replied. "But - but," he added, so agitated by his discovery that he could scarcely speak plainly, "it just oceurs to me, my child, that - that possibly you might get one yourself, just like other girls, you know."