y imperturbable manner. As
the train made its first gentle motion of departure, a figure appeared
in the doorway. Quietly, not at all out of breath, and with precisely
his own nonchalant manner, Cornelius Woodbridge 3d walked into the car.

Then Grandfather Woodbridge grew impressive. He advanced and shook hands
with his grandson as if he were greeting a distinguished member of the
board of directors. Then he turned to his son and shook hands with him
also, solemnly. His eyes shone through his gold-rimmed spectacles, but
his voice was grave with feeling.

"I congratulate you, Cornelius," he said, "on possessing two sons whose
word of honour is of the sort to satisfy the Hezekiah Woodbridge
standard. The smallest deviation from the outlined schedule would have
resulted disastrously. Ten minutes' tardiness at the different points
would have failed to obtain the requisite documents. Your sons did not
fail. They can be depended upon. The world is in search of men built on
those lines. I congratulate you, sir."

Cyrus was glad presently to escape to his stateroom with Cornelius.
"Say, what did you have to do?" he asked eagerly. "Did you trot your
legs off all over town?"

"Not much, I didn't!" said Cornelius, grimly, from the depths of a big
towel. "I spent the whole day in a little hole of a room at the top of
an empty building, with just ten trips down the stairs to the ground
floor to get envelopes at certain minutes. Not a crumb to eat nor a
thing to do. Couldn't even snatch a nap for fear I'd oversleep one of my
dates at the bottom. Had five engagements, too--one with Helena Fowler
at the links. All I could do was to cut 'em and stick it out.
Casabianca was nothing to me."

"I believe that was worse than mine," commented Cyrus reflectively.

"I should say it was. If you don't think so, try it."

"Dinner, boys," said their father's voice at the door, and they lost no
time in responding. When they had taken their seats and the waiter came
for Cornelius's order, that youth simply pushed the card of the
elaborate menu to one side, and said emphatically, quite without his
customary drawl: "Bring me everything, and twice of it."

"Me, too!" said Cyrus, with enthusiasm.

IV

HALF A LEAGUE ONWARD

The Rev. Arthur Thorndyke stirred at his desk with a vague impatience on
account of a little droning sound which had been bothering him for the
last ten minutes without his realizing what it was. He recognized at