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"So much?" said Edith, yet in a tone that showed no surprise or
particular interest in the matter.
"Fifty dollars a day," resumed Claire, "counting three hundred
week-days in the year, gives the handsome sum of fifteen thousand
dollars in the year. I'd be satisfied with as much in five years."
There was more feeling in the tone of his voice than he had meant to
betray. His young wife lifted her eyes to his face, and looked at him
with a wonder she could not conceal.
"Contentment, dear," said she, in a gentle, subdued, yet tender voice,
"is great gain. We have enough, and more than enough, to make us
happy. Natural riches have no power to fill the heart's most yearning
affections; and how often do they take to themselves wings and fly
away."
"Enough, dear!" replied Edward Claire, smiling. "O no, not enough, by
any means. Five hundred dollars a year is but a meagre sum. What does
it procure for us? Only these two rooms and the commonest necessaries
of life. We cannot even afford the constant service of a domestic."
"Why, Edward! what has come over you? Have I complained?"
"No, dear, no. But think you I have no ambition to see my wife take a
higher place than this?"
"Ambition! Do not again use that word," said Edith, very earnestly.
"What has love to do with ambition? What have we to do with the
world and its higher places? Will a more elegant home secure for us a
purer joy than we have known and still know in this our Eden? Oh, my
husband! do not let such thoughts come into your mind. Let us be
content with what God in his wisdom provides, assured that it is best
for us. In envying the good of another, we destroy our own good. There
is a higher wealth than gold, Edward; and it supplies higher wants.
There are riches without wings; they lie scattered about our feet; we

may fill our coffers, if we will. Treasures of good affections and true
thoughts are worth more than all earthly riches, and will bear us far
more safely and happily through the world; such treasures are given to
all who will receive them, and given in lavish abundance. Let us secure
of this wealth, Edward, a liberal share."
"Mere treasures of the mind, Edith, do not sustain natural life, do not
supply natural demands. They build no houses; they provide not for
increasing wants. We cannot always remain in the ideal world; the
sober realities of life will drag us down."
The simple-hearted, true-minded young wife was not understood by her
husband. She felt this, and felt it oppressively.
"Have we not enough, Edward, to meet every real want?" she urged.
"Do we desire better food or better clothing? Would our bodies be more
comfortable because our carpets were of richer material, and our rooms
filled with costlier furniture? O no! If not contented with such things as
Providence gives us to-day, we shall not find contentment in what he
gives us to-morrow; for the same dissatisfied heart will beat in our
bosoms. Let Mr. Jasper get rich, if he can; we will not envy his
possessions."
"I do not envy him, Edith," replied Claire. "But I cannot feel satisfied
with the small salary he pays me. My services are, I know, of greater
value than he estimates them, and I feel that I am dealt by unjustly."
Edith made no answer. The subject was repugnant to her feelings, and
she did not wish to prolong it. Claire already regretted its introduction.
So there was silence for nearly a minute.
When the conversation flowed on again, it embraced a different theme,
but had in it no warmth of feeling. Not since they had joined hands at
the altar, nearly two years before, had they passed so embarrassed and
really unhappy an evening as this. A tempting spirit had found its way
into their Paradise, burning with a fierce desire to mar its beauty.

CHAPTER II.
"Oh, what a dream I have had!" exclaimed Mrs. Claire, starting
suddenly from sleep, just as the light began to come in dimly through
the windows on the next morning; and, as she spoke, she caught hold of
her husband, and clung to him, frightened and trembling.
"Oh, such a dream!" she added, as her mind grew clearer, and she felt
better assured of the reality that existed. "I thought, love, that we were
sitting in our room, as we sit every evening--baby asleep, I sewing, and
you, as usual, reading aloud. How happy we were! happier, it seemed,
than we had ever been before. A sudden loud knock startled us both.
Then two men entered, one of whom drew a paper from his