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It was a bright, clear afternoon in the late fall that pretty Miss Cable drove up in her trap and waited at the curb for her father to cos The crisp, caressing wind that came up the street from the lake put the pink into her smooth cheeks, but it did not disturb the brown hair that crowned her head Well-grooht and sure upon the box, her gloved hand grasping the yellow reins firht nor to left, but at the tips of her thoroughbred's ears Slender and tall and very aristocratic she appeared, her profile alone visible to the passers-by

After a very fewwoman became impatient A severe, little pucker settled upon her brow, and not once, but many times her eyes turned to the broad entrance across the sidewalk She had telephoned to her father earlier in the afternoon; and he had promised faithfully to be ready at four o'clock for a spin up the drive behind Spartan At three minutes past four the pucker made its first appearance; and now, severalNever before had he kept her waiting like this She was conscious of the fact that at least a hundred est ten minutes she had ever known Fro to resent this scrutiny, when a tall young felloung around a near-by corner, and caht, that the dainty pucker left her brow, as the shadow flees froallantly above his head, his right hand reaching up to clasp the warm, little tan one outstretched tobefore I saw you," said he war!" she responded, with equal war psychic in the at her hand "I can't see through these huge buildings, you know---it's impossible to look over their tops--I simply knew you were here, that's all"

"You're roaily "Pray, how could you know?"

"Siby told e He dared me to venture into your presence, and--that's why I'm here"

"What a hopelessly, commonplace explanation! Why did you not leavepsychic about it? Logic is so discouraging to one's conceit I'reeable humour to-day," she said, in fine despair