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That afternoon when the bank was closed Mostyn went home He walked for the sake of the exercise and with the hope of distracting his mind from the many matters which bore more or less heavily on his tired brain As he approached the gate the sight of his little son playing on the laith a ht The boy was certainly beautiful He had great brown eyes, rich golden hair, was sturdy, well built, and active for a child of only four years

The father opened the gate softly, and ithin the yard he hid himself behind the trunk of an oak and cautiously peered out, watching the little fellow toss the ball and make ineffectual efforts to hit it with the racket Then Mostyn whistled softly, saw the boy drop his racket and look all round, his sweet face alert with eagerness Mostyn whistled again, and then the child espied hi and shouting gleefully

"I see you, Daddy!" he cried Whereupon Mostyn slipped around the tree out of sight, letting the amused child follow hi down, the father caught the boy in his ar him fondly to his breast, he kissed the warm, flushed cheeks

Till dusk he played with the child on the grass, pitching the ball and teaching the little fellow to hit it Then Hilda, the e, and little Dick, withinto the house, Mostyn met his father-in-law in the hall The old man stopped him abruptly at the foot of the stairs

"Did any mail coht of suspicion in his eyes

"Not that I know of," Mostyn answered "It was not put on oes somewhere," Mitchell complained "I know I don't see it all I've written letters that would have been answered by this time, and it wouldn't surprisethe utter hopelessness of bringing his father-in-law to reason by explanation or argu that the door of his wife's cha his oas ajar, he pushed it open and went in The roo before a tall pier-glass he found his wife She wore a costly evening gown of rare old lace and was trying on a pretty diamond necklace