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A musical voice called from within the house "Have you seen olden-white beauty with soft sht of the fishery for the interruption escaped her lips

Kil creature she hat perfection in the ani lines of the soft rounded body! HerAnd where under heaven could alovelier than this pale face with its crown of burnished hair so lustrous and abundant?

Miss Dwight turned to her friend "I haven't seen the Graphic, Joyce, dear"

"Isn't it in the billiard rooht I saw it there I'll look," Verinder volunteered

"Good of you," Miss Joyce nodded, her eyes on the stranger who had turned to leave

Kilht easily outwear his welcoh The miner had ed to the faarden snob No doubt he rolled in wealth made by his father The fellow had studied carefully the shibboleths of the society hich he wished to be intimate and was probably letter-perfect None the less, he was a bounder, a rank outsider tolerated only for his irl, but he would never in the world be accepted by her as a friend or an equal The thought of hiht capture for a wife the sliirl with the quick eyes, or even her friend, Joyce, choicest flower in a garden ofsocially

"Cheekiest beggar I ever saw," fumed Verinder "Don't see why you let the fellow stay, Miss Dwight"

The girl's scornful eyes came round to meet his She had never before kno cordially she disliked him

"Don't you?"

She rose and walked quickly into the house

Verinder bit hisa fiction that he was in love with Miss Dwight and more than once he had sracefully into the easiest chair and flashed a dazzling smile at him "Has Moya been very unkind, Mr Verinder?"

He had joined the party a few days before at Chicago and this was the first sign of interest Miss Seldon had shown in hirateful