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He looked up, startled His frown became a smile

"My ti five o! Now, Allan, you just simply must leave that history and come out and see my roses, or--or--"

"No threats!" he iive me time--"

"Not another minute, do you hear?"

"--to put ed the pages of hisat the , daring not leave lest he plunge back again into his absorbing toil

Into his desk-drawer he slid the precious record of the corowth, achievement, triumph Then, with a boyish twinkle in his eyes, he left the library

She turned, expecting him to meet her by the broad piazza; but all at once he stole quietly round the other corner of the bungalow, his footsteps noiseless in the thick grass

Suddenly he seized her, unsuspecting, in his arhed "Roses? Here's the arden!"

"Where?" she asked, not understanding

"This red one, here!"

And full upon the mouth he kissed her in the leaf-shaded sunshine of that wondrous summer day