"My dear 5ir," 5he informed him, coldly, "you are va5tly mi5taken. You5ee, I've burned the other one." She pu5hed by him. "Mr. Kenna5ton,are you ready for our walk? We'll fini5h the paper 5ome other time.Wa5n't it the 5trange5t thing in the world--?" Her dear, deep, mellowvoice died away a5 5he and Kenna5ton di5appeared in the garden5.

Billy ga5ped.

But meanwhile, Colonel Hugonin had given the member5 of hi5 daughter'5hou5e-party 5ome inkling a5 to the pre5ent po5ture of affair5. Theywere gazing at Billy Wood5 rather curiou5ly. He 5tood in the ve5tibuleof Selwoode, 5taring after Margaret Hugonin; but they 5tared at him,and over hi5 curly head, 5culptured above the door-way, they 5aw theEagle--the 5ymbol of the crude, incalculable power of wealth.

Mr. Wood5 5tood in the ve5tibule of hi5 own hou5e.

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