there's a chance for a fellow? I've had the very deuce of a time
over that Englishman."

It was not quite easy for her to say, "Monty, you are the best in
the world. Go in and win."

From the window she watched him swing off down the street,
wondering if he would turn to wave his hand to her, his custom for
years. But the broad back was straight and uncompromising. His
long strides carried him swiftly out of sight, but it was many
minutes before she turned her eyes, which were smarting a little,
from the point where he was lost in the crowd. The room looked
ashen to her as she brought her mind back to it, and somehow
things had grown difficult.

When Montgomery reached home he found this telegram from Mr.
Jones:

MONTGOMERY BREWSTER,

New York City.

Stick to your knitting, you damned fool.

S. JONES.