of the punch-bowl-having found their way thither. Perspiring waiters rushed back and forth with salad and champagne bott

le on his kind face, as he murmured assentingly, "So-so." He and the Senator had served in the same regiment during the War, Pri

y, as he held out a glass to be refilled. "Poor fellow!-he never got much out of his life; didn't know how to m

dded with pride, "But Joh

ntil his clients had elevated him to the Senate, considered complacently

is way. We'll see to that, eh, Beals?" and the Senator sauntered over t

st thing a woman can do, isn't it? Why should

's experience counts but your own." He had been torn from the

us winter and had spent the summer hunting with Indian guides among the Canadian Rockies. She regarde

e, "though I never could see why good people should make such an unholy rumpus when two

an earnest you

ant Woodyard to the voluble fat man,

their condition. It's always the belief that we are g

of caged animals set up a howl of delight every time the cage door was opened and a new pair was introduced into the pen. They ought to pe

, setting down his talk as "young" a

an. "If you can't dance at your own wedd

g males to her, a power despised and also envied by women. Those simple eyes seemed always to seek information about obvious matters. But behind the eyes Conny was thinking, 'It's rather queer, this crowd. And these Prices with all their money might do so much better. That Fosdick is a silly fellow. The Senator is worn of course, but still important!' And y

he table and with her husband's assistance plunged a knife into the huge cake, while her health was bei

hearts here to-day. I don't see how such a beauty could escape until sh

ll sides, while the waiters hurried here and

Dog Mountain rose in the summer haze. Was Margaret deciding her fate at this moment,-attracted, repulsed, waiting for the deciding thrill, while her eyes searched for the ideal of happiness on the distant mountain? She turned to look at the man, drawi

y smart in her new gown, a round travelling hat just framing her brilliant eyes and dark hair. Mrs. Price followed her daughter closely, her brows puckered in nervous fear

to follow. There was no longer any meaning in the symbol of fertility. Multiply and be fruitful, the Bible might urge, following an ancient

e Beals, Aline, Alice Johnston, Conny. Avoiding Nannie Lawton's wide open arms, she

the coachman. "I'll drive them down to the stat

ders at the gate, gathered in the group of waving, gesticulating men and women, and above them on the steps the Colonel, with his sweet, half-humorous smile, her mother at his s

llefleur" would be attached to the night express,-a special favor for the President of the A. and P. The Senator had insisted on their having his camp in the Adirondacks for a month. Isabelle would have preferred her own little log hut in the firs of Dog Mountain, which she and Vickers had built. There they c

o put the bags in the ca

o was watching them at a respectful distance. Suddenly he seemed

rs. Lane," he called b

urmured caressingly, "I hat

joked. "We could elope with the ponies,-y

n his neck, shaking him gently. "Dear old Vick!

not to a

othing of him since his return from Europe, so absorbed had she been in the bustle of her marriage. Up there on Dog Mountain which swam in the haze of the June afternoon they had walked on snowshoes one cold January night, over the new snow by mo

ear," Lane suggested. "We have only

rms from his neck and placed the

girl," h

fton until the car plunged into a cut. She gave a long sigh. "We're off!" her hu

draw her to him, she shrank back involuntarily, startled, and looked at him w

as demanded by custom; but now, alone with this man, his eyes alight with love and d

d vaguely. Suddenly she started to her feet, her eyes wide open, and sh