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"It is the Fotherington Princess," Paula breathed softly

Again Mountain Lad trumpeted his call, and Dick chanted: "Hear me! I am Eros! I stamp upon the hills!"

And almost, for a flash of an instant, circled soft and close in his arms, Paula knew resentment of her husband's admiration for the splendid beast And the next instant resentaily: "And now, Red Cloud! the Song of the Acorn!" Dick glanced half absently to her froer, and then, with equal pitch of gaiety, sang: "The acorns come down from heaven! I plant the short acorns in the valley! I plant the long acorns in the valley! I sprout, I, the black-oak acorn, sprout, I sprout!"

She had i his , but, in the first moments that succeeded she felt the restless -pah involuntary flash of his eye to the clock on his desk that h, with equal involuntariness, her attee and wonderful Red Cloud," she said slowly "Sometimes al your acorns and singing your savage joy of the planting And, sometimes, almost you are to ed, es of statistics, and, arladiatorial contests eird lasses and be bald-headed; alor to possess an ar her still closer "That I am a silly scientific brute who doesn't merit his 'vain little breath of sweet rose-colored dust' Well, listen, I have a plan In a few days"

But his plan died in birth, for, at their backs, ca as one they saw Bonbright, the assistant secretary, with a sheaf of notes on yellow sheets in his hand

"Four telegraetically "Mr Blake is confident that two of them are very important One of them concerns that Chile ship away fro fro, and secretaries, foreers