seemingly garrulous old man.

``None that I have heard him speak
of. No, certainly not,'' rather impetuously
replied Mildred.

``How old is he?'' continued the old man.

``Twenty-eight next month; why do you
wish to know?'' she quizzically asked.

``Simply idle curiosity,'' old Sanders
carelessly replied. ``I wonder if he is
in love with any one in Tuscany?''

``Of course not; how could he be?''
quickly rejoined the girl.

``And why not?'' added old Sanders.

``Why? Because, because--he is in
love with some one in America.''

``Ah, with you, I see,'' said the old
man, as if it were the greatest discovery
of his life; ``are you sure he has not
some beautiful sweetheart in Tuscany
as well as here?''

``What a foolish question,'' she