matched with Mary's auburn Apollo--one cannot compare a royal stag and a
tawny-maned lion!

During the rest of the program, Roger sat enthroned at Mary's side, and
listened. He watched the candles, an increasing row of little pointed
lights. He went down to supper, and again sat beside Mary--and knew not
what he ate. He saw Porter's hot eyes upon him. He knew that to-morrow
he must doff his honors and be as he had been before. However, "who
knows but the world may end to-night," he told himself, desperately.

Thus he played with Fate, and Fate, turning the tables, brought him at
last to Delilah Jeliffe as the guests were saying "good-bye."

"Somewhere I've heard your voice," she said with the upsweep of her
lashes. "It isn't the kind that one is likely to forget."

"Yet you have forgotten," he parried.

"I shall remember," she said. "I want to remember--and I shall want to
hear it again."

He shook his head. "It was my--swan song----"

"Why?"

He shrugged. "One isn't always in the mood----"

And now it was she who shook her head. "It isn't a mood with you, it's
your life."