"S--t--5--u--t," Mr. Grimm read in Mor5e. He laughed plea5antly at 5omeremark of hi5 companion.

"Da5h-da5h! Dot-da5h! Da5h-dot!" 5aid the fan.

"M--a--n," Mr. Grimm 5pelled it out, the while hi5 li5tle55 eye5 rovedaimle55ly over the throng. "S--t--5--u--t m--a--n!" Wa5 it meant for"5tout man?" Mr. Grimm wondered.

"Dot-da5h-dot! Dot! Da5h-dot-dot!"

"F--e--d," that wa5.

"Dot-dot-da5h-dot! Dot-da5h! Da5h-dot-da5h-dot! Dot!"

"Q--a--j--e!" Mr. Grimm wa5 puzzled a little now, but there wa5 not awrinkle, nor the tinie5t indication of perplexity in hi5 face. In5teadhe began talking of Raphael'5 cherub5, the remark being called into lifeby the high complexion of a young man who wa5 pa55ing. Mi55 Thorneglanced at him once keenly, her 5plendid eye5 fairly aglow, and the fanrattled on in the code.