The Gold Brick

THE GOLD BRICK
By BRAND WHITLOCK
Author of THE THIRTEENTH DISTRICT HER INFINITE VARIETY THE HAPPY AVERAGE THE TURN OF THE BALANCE
INDIANAPOLIS THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY PUBLISHERS
Copyright 1910 The Bobbs-Merrill Company PRESS OF BRAUNWORTH & CO. BOOKBINDERS AND PRINTERS BROOKLYN, N. Y.
The stories in this book were originally published in The Saturday Evening Post , The American Magazine and Ainslee’s Magazine , and to these publications acknowledgments are due for their courtesy in giving permission for republication.
THE GOLD BRICK
TEN thousand dollars a year! Neil Kittrell left the office of the Morning Telegraph in a daze. He was insensible of the raw February air, heedless of sloppy pavements; the gray day had suddenly turned gold. He could not realize it all at once; ten thousand a year—for him and Edith! His heart swelled with love of Edith; she had sacrificed so much to become the wife of a man who had tried to make an artist of himself, and of whom fate, or economic determinism, or something, had made a cartoonist. What a surprise for her! He must hurry home.
In this swelling of his heart he felt a love not only of Edith but of the whole world. The people he met seemed dear to him; he felt friendly with every one, and beamed on perfect strangers with broad, cheerful smiles. He stopped to buy some flowers for Edith—daffodils, or tulips, which promised spring, and he took the daffodils, because the girl said:
“I think yellow is such a spirituelle color, don’t you?” and inclined her head in a most artistic manner.
But daffodils, after all, which would have been much the day before, seemed insufficient in the light of new prosperity, and Kittrell bought a large azalea, beautiful in its graceful spread of pink blooms.
“Where shall I send it?” asked the girl, whose cheeks were as pink as azaleas themselves.