"Good gracious why?" Aunt Abby looked curiously at him.

"I have good reasons," Hanlon smiled. "You may learn them
later, if you care to."

"I do. How can I learn them?"

"Read the Newark Free Press next Monday."

"Oh!" and Eunice had an inspiration--a premonition of the truth.
"May I speak to you alone a minute, Mr. Hanlon?"

She got out of the car and walked a few steps with the young man,
who politely accompanied her.

They paused a short distance away, and held a brief but animated
conversation. Eunice laughed gleefully, and it was plain to be
seen her charming smiles played havoc with Hanlon's reserved
demeanor. Soon he was willingly agreeing to something she was
proposing and finally they shook hands on it.

They returned to the car; he assisted Eunice in, and then he told
Mr. Mortimer they had stayed as long as was permissible and were
being eagerly called back to the committee in charge of the day's
programme.

"That's so," said Mortimer. "I begged off for a few minutes.
Good-by, all." He raised his hat and hurried away after Hanlon.

"Well," said Hendricks as they started homeward, "what did you