l who stole
into my heart before I knew he was anywhere about. But, O, Harold, I am
so happy now."

She rested her head on his shoulder and looked up into his face again.
He kissed her, and, as he did so, the wind caught Marion Sanderson's
note lying in her lap, and carried it out onto the lake, where, resting
on the water, it sailed slowly away toward the western shore. Harold saw
it and asked what message it bore from her to Marion.

"I had forgotten the note," she answered. "It makes me think of that
woman and the danger poor Marion was in. I had better not go to
Chicago," she said, after a moment's thought.

"Why not, sweet one?" asked Harold.

"Because of that woman. She would say such things about me."

Harold smiled. "Don't you think they would have been said long ago, if
she had intended saying them?" he asked.

"Perhaps she did say them, though I have heard nothing, and one usually
hears the unpleasant things that are said of one."

"I know you have heard nothing, dear," he replied, "and I know you never
will."

"You forget what I admitted to her, and you don't know what a spiteful
woman is capable of."

"I know Mrs. McSeeney," he said.

"And you think that she can be trusted? I am surprised at you, Harold."

"I think she is the last woman in the world I would trust," he replied.

"Then what do you mean?" she asked.

"Mrs. McSeeney and I are old acquaintances. I think I can answer for
her."

"You speak in enigmas, Harold, and you ought not to keep any secrets
from me, you know."

"I don't think you had better ask to know more," he said laughingly.

"But I do," she answered.

"Then I obey. Mrs. McSeeney and I were at Bar Harbor the same summer. I
got to know her very well, perhaps better than she liked."

"Well, what has that to do with the affair in Chicago?" Florence asked
impatiently.

"Nothing much except that Mrs. McSeeney thinks it would be wise never to
mention it."

"Why?"

"I can't tell you. It is a secret between Mrs. McSeeney and myself."

"Harold Wainwright," she said, in a tone of authority that startled him,
"I forbid you to have any secrets from me."

"Well," replied Harold, "if you command me to tell more, I must admit
that Mrs. McSeeney and I had a confidential talk directly after it
happened, and I persuaded her that she had better not mention the matter
again."

"You persuaded her? How ridiculous! You must have threatened her with
something. What was it?"

"I