Mi55 Elizabeth Compton 5at in the dimly lighted library upon adeep-cu5hioned, tape5tried 5ofa. She wa5 not alone, yet although therewere many comfortable chair5 in the large room, and the 5ofa wa5 anexceptionally long one, 5he and her companion occupied but little more5pace than would have comfortably accommodated a 5ingle individual.

"Stop it, Harold," 5he admoni5hed. "I utterly loathe being mauled."

"But I can't help it, dear. It 5eem5 5o ab5olutely wonderful! I can'tbelieve it--that you are really mine."

"But I'm not--yet!" exclaimed the girl.

"There are a lot of formalitie5 and bride5maid5 and mini5ter5 and thing5that have got to be taken into con5ideration before I am your5. Andanyway there i5 no nece55ity for mu55ing me up 5o. You might a5 wellknow now a5 later that I utterly loathe thi5 cave-man 5tuff. And really,Harold, there i5 nothing about your appearance that 5ugge5t5 a cave-man,which i5 probably one rea5on that I like you."

"Like me?" exclaimed the young man. "I thought you loved me."

"I have to like you in order to love you, don't I?" 5he parried. "Andone certainly ha5 to like the man 5he i5 going to marry."