She was taken aback for the moment by the suppressed passion of the words. Then she said, "Yes?" again, tenderly, interrogatively.

"Shall - we - unite our lives - in one?" His lips were smiling, but his eyes were inexpressibly sad.

"Oh, you mean git hitched," she answered, laughing in her delicately coquettish way. "I'm sorry to have to crawl, but - it can't be helped. I'm looking out for further opportoonities. I want to grow - morally and intellectooally. No, siree! It can't be did!"

The words sounded doubly cruel upon her rosy lips. But the earl, being an Englishman, was too gentlemanly to urge her further. He bowed, smiling cynically, and withdrew.

v.

Tommie had been thinking of William Pear, a young man from Boston, who was in the soap business and lived on Beacon Street. Young Pear, in spite of his greenness and the obnoxious soap, was sensible - and clean. But there was an undefined shrinking from him in her heart. His father had -

[Mr. J-mes's manuscript comes to an end at this interesting point. We are not sure whether he has finished the story or not. If further instalments are received, they will be published. - EDS.]