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"Thanks, old ht "It certainly was a lift to me I was never cut out for business, and I was at the end ofnow I ae to kno to spend uished Both men seemed suddenly burthened by obtrusive self-consciousness Buckton twisted his ar, glancing toward the house "Oh, I quite forgot to deliver Miss Kitty's e to Irene--to Mrs Mostyn, I should say She was to drive out with us, but at the last et off and asked her to go in his car"

"Arranged between thean doesn't care a rap for Kitty It is part of the game, and I am the tool"

"I understand you have a new car yourself," Mostyn said, aloud

"Yes, and experts tell me that it is the best in town I'll run around and take you out some day But I really care inia blood I wouldn't swap this pair for all the cars in town For a trip like this to-night horses coh places between here and my home"

"It does aith the chauffeur," Mostyn said, inwardly, as his tongue lay dead in his lanced toward the open doorway "Irenetoward the house

"Yes, I see her coar, a look of boyish eagerness capturing his face "I'll run on and help her with her wraps So long, old man"

Mostyn made some inarticulate response of no i Buckton to stride on to the veranda, his hat jauntily swinging at his side Irene was now in the doorway, poised like a picture in a fra farther away beneath the trees and behind shrubbery, Mostyn heard the greetings between the two, and saw the, so different fro wohts in her chamber No wonder that her escort was fascinated when she had so long been withheld from him! Mostyn told himself that he well knew the "stolen-sweets" sensation He peered above a clurounds to which he was unaccustoot into the trap Irene's rippling laugh, and Buckton's satisfied response as he tucked the robes about her, seen They were off The restive pair, with high- reined, arching necks, trotted down the drive to the street, and a ht