That night Templeton and Helen celebrated after their fashion. They had dinner at the Waldorf after which they went to the theatre to see Floradora.
Two weeks later they moved away from Stevens House. Templeton purchased a magnificent four-story home on Upper Fifth Avenue, opposite Central Park. It was a bit far from Wall Street but a contract had been let for a new subway and when it was completed it would be easy to get home. In the meantime there were the new electric trolleys or else he could drive uptown in a hansom-cab. He was well able to afford the expense.
Helen was wondrously happy. It was a dream come true to at last have a home of her own.
"It is like going off on a second honeymoon," she said enthusiastically.
"According to my recollection," he drawled, "we never went away on our first."
"It would be wonderful if we could go to your home in Galvey for our second honeymoon," said Helen, wistfully. "Do you think we could—some day?"
"Some day," said Templeton, and kissed her. "My father and mother are getting old, dear, and my sister—" He did not say anything about his sister, Mary. He did not know anything about her.
There was no second honeymoon—then—as Helen had known there would not be. He plunged again into work, and it was not until two summers later—1893—that Helen was able to persuade her husband to take a much needed vacation.
"You might like it at the World's Fair in Chicago," she insisted. "Though I can't go with you."
In the end Templeton went to the World's Fair.
Chapter VII
It was early August when Louella Leota arrived in Chicago for the Columbian Exposition. She was a vision of loveliness,
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