it would all be ruined."

Edith looked up into his face and smiled.

"Her name," she said, "is Melissa Blake, and you will find her--Or,
wait; what time shall I send her to your office to-morrow?"

Her companion smiled in turn. They had reached the door of the supper-
room, where the clatter of dishes, the popping of champagne corks, and
the rattle of silver were added to the babble of conversation which
filled the whole house. About the tables was going on a struggle which,
however well-bred, was at least sufficiently vigorous.

"You take a good deal for granted," he said. "However, it will do no
harm for me to see the young woman. She may come at eleven. What shall
I bring you?"




V

'TWAS WONDROUS PITIFUL.
Othello; i.--3.

"Dear John, I will give it up any day you say, and go back to
Feltonville and live on the farm; but you know"--

Melissa Blake broke off and left her chair to take a seat on the corner
of that on which her betrothed, John Stanton, was sitting, a proceeding