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hearted people as Joe Bullitt, Wallace Banks, Johnnie Watson, and others.Yes, when she came to read ``In Dream,'' and to ``look back upon it all,'' she would surely know--at last!

And then, when the future four long years (while receiving his education) had passed, he would go to her.He would go to her, and she would take him by the hand, and lead him to her father, and say, ``Father, this is William.''

But William would turn to her, and, with the old, dancing light in his eyes, ``No, Lola,'' he would say, ``not William, but Ickle Boy Baxter!

Always and always, just that for you; oh, my dear!''

And then, as in story and film and farce and the pleasanter kinds of drama, her father would say, with kindly raillery, ``Well, when you two young people get through, you'll find me in the library, where I have a pretty good BUSINESS

proposition to lay before YOU, young man!''

And when the white-waistcoated, white-side-

burned old man had, chuckling, left the room, William would slowly lift his arms; but Lola would move back from him a step--only a step--and after laying a finger archly upon her lips to check him, ``Wait, sir!'' she would say.``I have a question to ask you, sir!''

``What question, Lola?''

``THIS question, sir!'' she would reply.``In all that summer, sir, so long ago, why did you never tell me what you WERE, until I had gone away and it was too late to show you what I felt? Ah, Ickle Boy Baxter, I never understood until I looked back upon it all, after I had read `In Dream,' on the train that day! THEN I KNEW!''

``And now, Lola?'' William would say.``Do you understand me, NOW?''

Shyly she would advance the one short step she had put between them, while he, with lifted, yearning arms, this time destined to no disappointment----At so vital a moment did Mrs.Baxter knock at his door and consoling reverie cease to minister unto William.Out of the rosy sky he dropped, falling miles in an instant, landing with a bump.

He started, placed the sacred box out of sight, and spoke gruffly.

``What you want?''

``I'm not coming in, Willie,'' said his mother.

``I just wanted to know--I thought maybe you were looking out of the window and noticed where those children went.''

``What children?''

``Jane and that little girl from across the street--Kirsted, her name must be.''

``No.I did not.''

``I just wondered,'' Mrs.Baxter said, timidly.

``Genesis thinks he heard the little Kirsted girl telling Jane she had plenty of money for car-fare.He thinks they went somewhere on a street-car.I thought maybe you noticed wheth--''

``I told you I did not.''

``All right,'' she said, placatively.``I didn't mean to bother you, dear.''

Following this there was a silence; but no sound of receding footsteps indicated Mrs.

Baxter's departure from the other side of the closed door.

``Well, what you WANT?'' William shouted.

``Nothing--nothing at all,'' said the compassionate voice.``I just thought I'd have lunch a little later than usual; not till half past one.

That is if--well, I thought probably you meant to go to the station to see Miss Pratt off on the one-o'clock train.''

Even so friendly an interest as this must have appeared to the quivering William an intrusion in his affairs, for he demanded, sharply:

``How'd you find out she's going at one o'clock?''

``Why--why, Jane mentioned it,'' Mrs.Baxter replied, with obvious timidity.``Jane said--''

She was interrupted by the loud, desperate sound of William's fist smiting his writing-table, so sensitive was his condition.``This is just unbearable!'' he cried.``Nobody's business is safe from that child!''

``Why, Willie, I don't see how it matters if--''

He uttered a cry.``No! Nothing matters!

Nothing matters at all! Do you s'pose I want that child, with her insults, discussing when Miss Pratt is or is not going away? Don't you know there are SOME things that have no business to be talked about by every Tom, Dick, and Harry?''

``Yes, dear,'' she said.``I understand, of course.Jane only told me she met Mr.Parcher on the street, and he mentioned that Miss Pratt was going at one o'clock to-day.That's all I--''

``You say you understand,'' he wailed, shaking his head drearily at the closed door, ``and yet, even on such a day as this, you keep TALKING!

Can't you see sometimes there's times when a person can't stand to--''

``Yes, Willie,'' Mrs.Baxter interposed, hurriedly.``Of course! I'm going now.I have to go hunt up those children, anyway.You try to be back for lunch at half past one--and don't worry, dear; you really WILL be all right!''

She departed, a sigh from the abyss following her as she went down the hall.Her comforting words meant nothing pleasant to her son, who felt that her optimism was out of place and tactless.He had no intention to be ``all right,'' and he desired nobody to interfere with his misery.

He went to his mirror, and, gazing long--long and piercingly--at the William there limned, enacted, almost unconsciously, a little scene of parting.

The look of suffering upon the mirrored face slowly altered; in its place came one still sorrowful, but tempered with sweet indulgence.He stretched out his hand, as if he set it upon a head at about the height of his shoulder.

``Yes, it may mean--it may mean forever!''

he said in a low, tremulous voice.``Little girl, we MUST be brave!''

And the while his eyes gazed into the mirror, they became expressive of a momentary pleased surprise, as if, even in the arts of sorrow, he found himself doing better than he knew.But his sorrow was none the less genuine because of that.

Then he noticed the ink upon his forehead, and went away to wash.When he returned he did an unusual thing--he brushed his coat thoroughly, removing it for this special purpose.

After that, he earnestly combed and brushed his hair, and retied his tie.Next, he took from a drawer two clean handkerchiefs.He placed one in his breast pocket, part of the colored border of the handkerchief being left on exhibition, and with the other he carefully wiped his shoes.