A marriage against her will, to a man she does not love, a fate abhorrent to any free-born girl. True, he is wealthy, but what is money when one's heart is unhappy? On her wedding day, in fact, the man whom she does love is beseeching her to turn, but she dare not, and is married to the financier. He is a peculiar man, a puzzle to her. She sees that he loves her, but he does not seem the least perturbed at the fact that his love is not returned. He is always smiling. Oh, if he would only talk to her of her coldness, plead with her as a lover should, open his silent heart to her, do or say something that may perchance affect her, but he does not. He is one of those men who study, cold and calculating. Has he a heart at all? The answer comes to her suddenly one day, when he appears with a traveling bag, saying that he must go out of town, business calls him. Before he leaves the room, however, a message comes from the stock exchange: there is a panic! The market is going against him! He dashes out, dropping his coat and handbag. She picks it up, opens it, and finds, only a revolver! Like a flash the truth strikes her; she has misunderstood him all the time; he really loves, and her indifference has almost had a terrible effect! We now follow him to the exchange floor. There is a scene of awful pandemonium. On all sides frantic men are begging him to sell, sell, sell, or it means ruin. With the same enigmatic smile, he is standing stoically 'mid the scene of ruin and disaster; he is cornered, but is bravely trying to bluff the market and save himself from being wiped out. Up in the spectator's balcony a scene of wonderful import is being enacted. His wife knows of what was impending. Her love for him is now a raging flame. Did he not, on the very eve of disaster, calmly present her with a beautiful necklace of jewels? Now it is her sacrifice. She sends a messenger out with a box containing all of her costly jewels, and soon he brings to her in the balcony a certified check. The amount is sufficient. She sends it to her battling lion on the floor, and in a moment the avalanche of ruin is shattered into harmlessness. The victor, his work done, carries that inexplicable smile home, to the little wife whose love, craved by a lion, meant naught to her because she had never known lions!