country boy yet now and then

till handsome Creole couple whom he never met again. Then that youthful-aged up-town pair, the Thorndyke-Smiths. And last--while Smith held Chester captive to tell him he knew his pa

e, but whatever she said more might as well have been a th

ith. It would be pleasant to tell with what poise the youth and she dropped into conversation, each intensely mindful--intensely aware that the other was mindful--of that Conti Street corner, of Ovide's shop, and of "The Clock in the Sky," and both ali

lost yet," the

e the poetry remains," and S

shops beneath us is kept

eal souls 'tis they are the wonder--and

for mademoiselle's rescue; "I

Aline, "ask me, for I did not

bled Chester to murmur:

f I knew you had discovered th

u would

they had di

u mean, my spir

ital expression, Mr. Chester, your 'spiritua

erfully correct. May

w and for what; to read that old manuscript. Mr. Chester, that

love with you

came what they used to

' How did you ever add

et. Hotel St. Louis. Else he might never hav

ar it soon, a

later. My aunts they

uncle who once was your grandfather's sort o

told me. Will you p

weet Maud showed the clock in the sky were the same four my uncle helped on--oh, you've n

uldn't bear that responsibility! Listen; Mr. S

stead he and Chester made further acquaintance. When they returned to the ladies, "I want you to talk with my wife," s

read, so privately, would you be willing for

he had to give place to M. Prieur and presently accepted some kind of social invitation, seeing no way out of it, from th

Isles to Chester, last to go. "Y'ought to see their li'l' flower-garden. Like

selle's permiss

a smile which seemed to the parting guest to s