and six-foot Olga Olafson as his
brand new bride. The couple went on a wonderful honeymoon trip to
Niagara Falls, all expenses paid by President Wade no less, and when
they got back to their new home they found certain bulky packages and
boxes piled on the big deal table that Svenson had made. Cristy
Lawson's gift was a complete set of beautiful dishes and a bolt or two
of dress goods and curtain material; there was a brand new, latest
model repeating rifle from Phil and a gold watch, monogramed;
McCorquodale sent a case of assorted tobaccos and a fine hunting-knife
in a leather sheath, while from Jimmy Stiles came a big box of
groceries. When everything lay open before them Mr. and Mrs. Svenson
stared at the array, speechless.

"Yumpin' Yudas!" yelled the big fellow at last. He grabbed his
six-foot smiling wife and kissed her with a loud smack.

The selection of these gifts had been the outcome of many consultations
between Mr. Philip Kendrick and Miss Cristy Lawson. It was surprising
how much serious thought was necessary in order to decide on the weight
and pattern of a set of dishes or the color scheme of window drapes.
Almost every evening in the week Kendrick had found it necessary to go
up to the Lawson home to discuss something or other and they had gone
shopping together for two whole afternoons--excursions which had
extended to motor spins into the country and dinners down town and so
on. And when the Svenson wedding presents no longer furnished excuses,
for the very good reason that they had been shipped to their
destination, there was always something else that needed consultation,
such as President Wade's flattering offer to Phil to join the executive
of the Canadian Lake Shores Railway or the very exceptional investment
opportunity that presented itself in connection with a certain choice
suburban villa with a wonderful lake frontage.

It was surprising, too, the way the gasoline consumption of the Waring
motor launch increased. The Honorable Milton even took occasion to
mention the matter to Aunt Dolly in Phil's presence at dinner one
night; he thought there must be something wrong with the engine, but
there was a twinkle in his eye that betrayed him.

"Here's a clipping that I got to-day from Billy Thorpe," said Phil,
quite irrelevantly. "It's from the North Bay paper and concerns our
friend, Hughey Podmore."

He read it aloud. It cited the particulars of a strange case which had
reached t