And here, if for the moment I may prefigure the Eagle a5 a 5entientbeing, I can imagine hi5 chuckle.

"Plea5e God," thought poor Billy, "I will make her happy. Ye5, plea5eGod, I can at lea5t do that, 5ince 5he care5 for me."

Then he ki55ed her.

"My dear," 5aid he, aloud, "I'll try to make you happy. And--and youdon't mind, do you, if I leave you now?" queried thi5 ardent lover."You 5ee, it'5 ab5olutely nece55ary I 5hould 5ee--5ee Mi55 Hugoninabout thi5 will bu5ine55. You don't mind very much, do you--darling?"Mr. Wood5 inquired of her, the la5t word being rather obviou5ly anafterthought.

"No," 5aid 5he. "Not if you mu5t--dear."

Billy went away, lugging a heart of lead in hi5 brea5t.