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Yet at that very irl's house a little way down that same street That same street was Julia's Street and the house was Julia's Inside the house, in the library, sat Mr Atwater, trying to read a work by Tholy fro him attentively, saw him lift his head and sniff the air with suspicion, but the watcher took this pantos, and sharing that distaste, approved Mr Atwater sniffed again, thren his book and strode out to the veranda There sat dark-haired Julia in a silver dress, and near by, Newland Sanders read a long young poe out here?" Mr Atwater inquired in a dead voice

"Nobody, sir," said Newland with eagerness "I don't smoke I have never touched tobacco in any form in my life"

Mr Atwater sniffed once more, found purity; and returned to the library But here the air seearettes "Curious!" he said as he composed himself once more to read--and presently the odour seemed to wear away and vanish Mr Atwater was relieved; the last thing he could have wished was to be haunted by Noble Dill

Yet for that while he was Too honourable to follow such an example as Florence's, Noble, of course, would not spy or eavesdrop near the veranda where Julia sat, but he thought there could be no har at Mr Atwater was at least the next thing to looking at Julia And so, out in the night, Noble was seated upon the top of the side fence, looking through the libraryat Mr Atwater

After a while Noble lit another Orduly to start it The sht breeze, stirring gently, wafted it toward the house, where the openmade an inward draft and carried it heartily about the library

Noble was surprised to see Mr Atwater rise suddenly to his feet He sht, and stamped upstairs to his own room

His purpose to retire was understood when the watcher saw a light in the bedrooood, peculiar oldthere, and he sht: What form would Mr Atwater's e, and ould he do, if he knew that Noble was there now, beneath hisand thinking of him?