e a good time together all the
rest of our lives--all the rest of our lives, honey. Good-by. Now I
think I can go to sleep."

She arranged the cushions under his head and drew the curtains close
over the windows, and went out, softly closing the door behind her. And
a half hour later, when she stole in to look at him, she found him
asleep at last, the tired eyes closed, and the arm, with its broad,
strong hand, resting under his head. She stood a long moment in the
middle of the room, looking down at him; and then slipped out as
noiselessly as she had come, the tears trembling on her eyelashes.

Laura Jadwin did not call on the Cresslers the next day, nor even the
next after that. For three days she kept indoors, held prisoner by a
series of petty incidents; now the delay in the finishing of her new
gowns, now by the excessive heat, now by a spell of rain. By Thursday,
however, at the beginning of the second week of the month, the storm
was gone, and the sun once more shone. Early in the afternoon Laura
telephoned to Mrs. Cressler.

"How are you and Mr. Cressler?" she asked. "I'm coming over to take
luncheon with you and your husband, if you will let me."

"Oh, Charlie is about the same, Laura," answered Mrs. Cressler's voice.
"I guess the dear man has been working too hard, that's all. Do come
over and cheer him up. If I'm not here when you come, you just make
yourself at home. I've got to go down town to see about railroad
tickets and all. I'm going to pack my old man right off to Oconomowoc
before I'm another day older. Made up my mind to it last night, and I
don't want him to be bothered with tickets or time cards, or baggage or
anything. I'll run down and do it all myself. You come right up
whenever you're ready and keep Charlie company. How's your husband,
Laura child?"

"Oh, Curtis is well," she answered. "He gets very tired at times."

"Well, I can understand it. Lands alive, child whatever are you going
to do with all your money? They tell me that J. has made millions in
the last three or four months. A man I was talking to last week said
his corner was the greatest thing ever known on the Chicago Board of
Trade. Well, good-by, Laura, come up whenever you're ready. I'll see
you at lunch. Charlie is right here. He says to give you his love." An
hour later Laura's victoria stopped in front of the Cressler's house,
and the little footman descended with the agility of a monkey, to
stand, soldier-like, at the