is it now,
Belle? Have they eloped, or what?"

"I am sure I haven't the slightest idea," replied that lady yawning.

"Not interested, eh?" There was sort of a chirrup in the man's voice.

"Not the slightest," was the reply with rising emphasis. "Anne might
as well marry--or elope with--Lieutenant Armitage as some one equally
or more objectionable to me."

"Oh, Mrs. Wellington!" cried Sara. "Jack Armitage is eminently
eligible, really. As I told you, I know all about him."

As Mrs. Wellington smiled her wintry smile and was about to reply,
there was a flash of white in the doorway.

An instant later Anne had darted into the room and launched herself
into her father's lap.

"Father!"

Ronald Wellington studied his daughter's flushed face for a moment, the
sparkling eyes, the parted lips, the disarranged hair, the wet,
bedraggled gown, and the bruised forehead.

"Where is he? Did you find him?" he asked. "You look as though you
had conducted a strenuous search, Anne."

With a laugh, Anne, radiant as a spirit, ran out into the hall and when
she returned she had Jack by the hand.

"Father, mother, here is Jack Armitage--Lieutenant Armitage of--of our
Navy."

Mr. Wellington slowly arose.

"Say, Armitage," he said, "I know your father. He has been a mighty
capable enemy of mine, or, rather, to my interests. What have you to
say to that?"

Jack met his eyes with a brave smile.

"I 'm sorry to hear that, sir. But he won't be any longer. I 'll fix
that."

"Of course we will," cried Anne.

"Oh!" And then Mr. Wellington's hearty laugh shook the room.

"Mother!" Anne turned to Mrs. Wellington. "Aren't you going to laugh,
too?"

Something like a look of tenderness crossed the mother's face.

"I am sorry, Anne, not now." She turned to leave the room. "But I am
not going to cry--be assured."

Several hours later Jack caught Sara alone.

"Sara," he said sternly, "what did you tell Anne about my being here?"

Sara smiled enigmatically.

"Really, Jack, I 've forgotten. Something to the effect that you could
have sent Government detectives, had you not wanted to come here
yourself."

Jack thought a moment.

"By George!" he said, "you were not far wrong!"

"Wrong!" exclaimed Sara ingenuously.

Jack stepped toward her and as he did so Anne entered the room.

"Come right in, Anne," cried Armitage, "I was just going to kiss Sara
Van Valkenberg."

"Well," smiled Anne, "you may--just onc