She raised timid eyes from the
brown outstretched hand to the bright
smiling face. That square jaw, that
shock of red-brown hair, those keen
gray eyes why should they all seem
so familiar to her? Then, as the
man's smile broadened, she knew.
"Jeffrey Dunn! But I never wrote
to you."
"Didn't you?" he answered heartily.
night. I'm afraid I've made mischief;
I don't know how much." Ethel was
speaklng in low, restrained tones, and
with her eyes downcast. "I hoped you
and Emma would meet and b friendly
tonight. But I've seen her and I've
seen you end I know I must 'fess
up.' "
She raised her eyes to meet his in
quiring gaze with a palpable effort and
smiled weakly. "Before you went
away. Dr. Conway, you sent a letter
to Emma. She never got it. I was
angry with her just then and I I took
the letter. I thought it was only an
invitation or something nothing im
portant, you know. I was very a'ngrir.
And then you went away, and Emma
seemed oh, was it important."
"It was very important," answered
the young doctor, gravely. "And you
destroyed it?"
"Yes," admitted the girl. "Oh, I was
By Elsie
"But who is she?" cried Max.
