"I couldn't marry a mere ball player," she said, shrugging with disdain.
"You used to like it when I played at the ranch and at college," he retorted angrily.
"That was different," she argued. "There you were a hero—but here you are a mere professional."
"But you attend games," he protested.
"I had to to-day. I am on my way to visit Uncle Barney for the summer, and his friend insisted upon taking us to the game."
"Oh, see here, Helen," he protested. "He's your uncle, but everyone knows he is crooked in politics and in business. Why do you accept his money?"
"He is very good to me—and I cannot bear to be poor again."
"Then you will not"——
"Be reasonable, Larry," she interrupted. '"You know I cannot marry a poor man."
"Then it was only the money you cared for," he said bitterly. "Uncle Jim said it was, and I quarreled with him for saying it—and it was true."