CHAPTER II.
DREAMS AND SCHEMES.
Willard Frost's observations rang in Robert Milburn's
ear, not without effect, as he walked to his
room that evening, albeit, his conscience refuted the
arguments. He whiled away an hour or more
piecing together the broken threads of their discussion.
Frost had said, and in truth, that Miss Baxter
was the richest prize of the season. She had
turned all heads with her fabulous wealth. He had
said, "A union of wealth and genius is as it should
be." That speech had a mild influence over Robert.
There was something very soothing and agreeable
to be called a rising genius, and, then, the
thought that other men would be gnashing their
teeth was a stimulant to his vanity.
Miss Baxter was a sharp girl, and she had an exquisite figure which she dressed with the best of taste. What if her nose was a trifle snub, and her mouth verging on the coarse, she had a large capital to contribute to a copartnership.
But when love, or whatever else by a less pretty name we may call the emotion which stirs within
