her secretary."

"Be careful how you take liberties with my private business," she warned
him, sharply.

"You need somebody to take care of it for you. You have promised to be
my wife. You can't give me a single good reason for waiting any longer."

"But I intend to wait."

He drove along in angry silence and they left the car together at
the Trelawny Apartments. The car had made a detour in reaching the
curb--avoiding a white wagon at the rear of which an iceman was briskly
pecking in twain a cake of ice.

The girl glanced sharply at the man and turned her head when she reached
the sidewalk in order to survey him more closely. The iceman, peering up
at the windows to locate such signal-cards as might be visible, lowered
his gaze and intercepted the girl's scrutiny. Color came into her
cheeks, but she frowned as if resenting his stare and hurried into the
vestibule, her lover at her heels.

"Look here, Friend Myself," reflected Walker Farr, "it's time you woke
up!" He sighed and swung a chunk of ice upon his shoulder. "But what
else can I expect? Come on, Humility, and give me a soft word or two. I
was hoping I'd never see her again."

"Youse take those two front numbers--ten and twelve--Mrs. Kilgour and
Mr. Knowles," advised his helper. "Package-entrance is around behind."

Farr toiled up the stairs, carrying one ice cube on his shoulder, with
another swinging from tongs. There was but one door to the Kilgour
apartment and the girl and Dodd stood in front of it; they had evidently
waited in the corridor after emerging from the elevator, and the young
man was detaining her, talking earnestly.

The girl opened the door with her latch-key, and with an apology he
stepped in front of the pair and entered.

"Well, I'll be--" blurted Dodd. "So that's what he is--a cheap,
low-lived iceman!"

Mrs. Kilgour came into her vestibule and led the way to the kitchen, for
Farr stood irresolutely in the doorway, awaiting directions as to his
burden. Following her, the young man noted her house-dress, beribboned
over-much, her rouged face, her bleached hair, and wondered how such
a woman could have beguiled Andrew Kilgour, as he felt he knew that
sacrificing hero from what Citizen Drew had said.

"Say, that's the plug-ugly who insulted us in the woods. I'll never
forget that face," stormed Dodd, making no effort by lowered tones to
conceal his sentiments from the iceman. "Where else am I going to run
across him? He needs a