How She Might Get One

"Fat.her!" The beautiful heiress looked lovingly into the eyes of the great capitalist. "Yes, my chüd." He, who was cold and haughty to others, was gentle ,as a womaa with her, and his voice and marnier showed how much her happiness was to him. "I'm dying oí ennui, father," she said. "Won't you grant me a little favor?" "Anything in reason that you wish, Beatrioe," he answered. "It will not cost much, father," she said. "I am a-weary of everything I have and I would marry. Buy me a man." "My child, but last week I got an English duke and a French eount, and - " "I know, father," she interrupted, wearily, "but you were cheated on that last importation. I knew 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 dependence?" 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 - cannot 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 oue," she said. "I cannot," he replied. "But- but," he added, so agitated by his discovery that he could scarcely speak plainly, "it Just occurs to me, my child, that- that possibly you might get one yourself, just like other girls, you know."