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On the 27th of February, Carlisle departed, from the face of her mother's displeasure and all the horridness of home, for her Lenten visit to the Willings. Through the interval the dreariness of life continued; Canning was reported in Cuba; she had abandoned all thought of a little note. The nephew she saw no more; but it chanced that she came to hear his name on many lips.

"Sylvia came up on the night train, had a few words privately with Marian, took luncheon with the Willings, all as nice as you please, and off she went with Marian." Harwood pressed his thumb into his pipe-bowl and puffed in silence for a moment. Allen, satisfied that he had at last caught his friend's attention, fanned himself furiously with his hat.

Canning should return ahead of time for his farewell visit return and find her not there?... "You're changed somehow, Cally," cried Florrie Willing, on the third or fourth day "I can't just put my little patty on it, but I can see it all the same." They had just rushed up from breakfast, which the Willings took in the apartment café, and were now dressing furiously to go shopping.

Miss Marian Bassett, definitely described as the daughter of Morton Bassett, the well-known Indiana politician, had been of the party. Allen Thatcher was another guest of the Willings, a fact which added to Bassett's anger.

But Beeton, right-fielder, had been wide-awake. As Willings turned he ran in to back up Satterlee, found the ball on a low bounce and, on the run, sent it to the plate so swiftly that Fearing was able to catch Carpenter a yard away from it. The Durham third baseman picked himself up, muttering his opinion of the proceedings and looking very cross.

Before them, a quarter of a mile distant, the broad bosom of the river flashed and sparkled in the afternoon sunlight. But few had eyes for that, for Durham had two men on bases with two out and one of her heavy hitters was at bat. Thus far there had been no scoring and now there was a breathless silence as Willings put the first ball over the plate.

Willings struck the batsman and, although Fearing claimed that the batsman had not tried to avoid the ball, he was given his base. Things looked bad. There on second and first were Durham runners and here, stepping up to the plate with his bat grasped firmly in his hands, was Carpenter, and there was none out.

"Yes, that may be true," said Sylvia quietly. "I don't believe " "Well " he ejaculated impatiently, as though anxious for her to speak that he might shatter any suggestion she made. Before she came he had sharply vizualized his meeting with Marian and the Willings.

There was no doubt of his anger, or that Marian would feel the force of it when he found her. "Oh, she wasn't hurt," he answered dully. "It's very unfortunate that she was mixed up in it. I suppose she ought to come home now anyhow." "The point is that she should never have gone! The Willings are not the kind of people I want her to know. It was a great mistake, her ever going."

They've knocked Willings out of the box, sir, and we haven't anyone else. Apthorpe's cousin says you can pitch, and and we want to know if you won't play for us, sir?" He ended with a gasp for breath. "But I don't quite understand!" "Why, sir, we held 'em down until the fifth, and then they made six runs. Maybe they've scored some more. If you could only come right away!"