“The lamp attracted them. Yon must stay
In the dark. Where are you, Sal?” He groped
his way toward h< r, and let his hand rest lor a
moment on hfu* shoulder. She winced under
his touch. “Good night, dear!”
It was nine o’clock before Eden awoke. Tlis
first thought was one of surprise that ho bad
not heard tho postman’s knock. “Rosalie al
ways writes when wo pari in anger. Poor
Rosalie’ but then it was her fault.” Ho
paused outsid the sitting room door, half
hoping to find it vtv .mt, but on opening it ho
•aw the table laid for breakfast, andornann nt
ed with a red geranium llowcr in a glass. 110
laughed. “Why, you’ve only laid breakfast
for one. Come, Sal, can’t you find another
Cup?”
No trace of fatigue or the anxiety of tho last
nlghthad marred her b aufy. Her complex
ion bei .imo lin;:<’d with a deeper color, as sho
answered, “I didn’t think that I ought to sit
down with you.”
“Nonsense!”
The b." akfa t was a merry one. The novelty
of the a! rt< d; Eden's fancy, and hi gaycty
became ih. Tho laughter was so con-
tinue:, that i • r h »r<l a cab tup th
door nor ti e : d :, < <>ji ,(>m dion bctw< on oueof
ItH o •< ..pants and tho chairwoman, who was
fumbling with h» r latchkey in the door.
