that a tear was creeping down her cheek.

Then he dashed the bushes aside with both arms, and with a cry that no
one but she heard sprang toward her.

Young Van Bibber stopped his mail phaeton in front of the club, and
went inside to recuperate, and told how he had seen them driving home
through the Park in her brougham and unchaperoned.

"Which I call very bad form," said the punctilious Van Bibber, "even
though they are engaged."




MY DISREPUTABLE FRIEND, MR. RAEGEN


Rags Raegen was out of his element. The water was his proper element--
the water of the East River by preference. And when it came to
"running the roofs," as he would have himself expressed it, he was
"not in it."

On those other occasions when he had been followed by the police, he
had raced them toward the river front and had dived boldly in from the
wharf, leaving them staring blankly and in some alarm as to his
safety. Indeed, three different men in the precinct, who did not know
of young Raegen's aquatic prowess, had returned to the station-house
and seriously reported him to the sergeant as lost, and regretted
having driven a citizen into the river, where he had been