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Grace Ferrall caress under the dull fire-glow tinting the ceiling

"Another quarrel," she coht above the desk froh to marry Why don't you?"

"I e could," said Sylvia sihed "What a little fool you are!" she said tenderly, seating herself in Siward's chair and dropping one hand over his where it rested on the ar fellow like you? Oh, well; on your heads be it! My conscience is now clear for the first tiave Siward's hand a perfunctory pat and released hiracefully sleepy; the wind blew like fury along the coast Sylvia, have you had a good time at Shotover--the time of your life?"

Sylvia raised her eyes and encountered Siward's

"I certainly have," she said faintly

"C'est bien, chérie Can you be as civil, Stephen--conscientiously? Oh, that is very nice of you! But there's one thing: why on earth didn't you , blissful carnival of horse and dog for you both Oh, dear! there, I'in to e, Stephen? What--bad as that? Gracious! this is disgraceful--this ga up to dress Are you coay The cere the Shotover Cup, which Quarrier had won, proceeded with presentation speech and a speech of acceptance faultlessly co which Quarrier wore his s he contributed

The cup was full Siward eyed it, perplexed, deadly afraid, yet seeing no avenue of escape from what must appear a public exhibition of contempt for Quarrier if he refused to taste its contents That ht for him; yet he shrank more from the certain -cup with its heavy wreath of scented orchids, now already on its way toward hile so sure to follow

Marion received the cup, lifted it in both hands, and said distinctly, "Good Hunting!" as she drank to Quarrier Her brother Gordon took it, and drank entirely toothe orchids: "To you!" she aily, mischievously, "To the best shot at Shotover!" And Siward took the cup: "I salute victory," he said, s chance and wins out! To the best ay bow to Quarrier, and with death in his heart