the graceful
alternation of the one with the other. "Now as to board: In the rear of
the conservatory is a suite of rooms as cozy as any young man could
wish. At the end of the week I expect to have them vacated.

"They are occupied just now by the manager, but he has already been
notified through my attorney, and all will be in readiness for you by
next Monday.

"It has been somewhat difficult to make him comprehend my purpose; it is
so different from what he expected. He is incautious enough to demand a
reason."

"There is one," ventured Dennis boldly, "if I may venture to suggest
it."

"Surely!" replied the widow, remarking Dennis curiously.

"Well," replied the young man as he recalled the astonishing array of
details surrounding the death of the aesthetic proprietor, "just enclose
him a note with two words in it."

"And those?" queried the widow as Dennis paused.

"Cape Jessamine."

For a space Dennis feared that he had offended. A shade of depression
darkened the lovely features before him, but his companion looked into
his apprehensive eyes reassuringly as she said: "You have penetration."

His momentary embarrassment, however, introduced another perturbation,
for in glancing away for an instant to reassemble himself, so to speak,
his eyes fell upon the clock, which at that very moment chimed the hour
of eleven.

This was startling!

Dennis was familiar enough with social usage, or, at least, had the
practical good sense to realize that he had exceeded the limits of good
taste by an hour, and began to make disconcerted preparations for
departure.

Perceiving his embarrassment, his companion relieved him with genial
tact by asking: "And what about bosom No. 2? I want to hear the rest of
that story."

"Ah!" exclaimed Dennis, brightening, "when shall it be?"

"How will Wednesday evening suit?" suggested the widow.

And Dennis, with a mien which plainly indicated that he considered the
time represented in the space that must elapse between the delightful
present and the evening appointed embodied his views of a brief
eternity, assured the widow that he would be on hand, and added: "I will
not read a line until then."

"Leave the story here, then, and I will put it away until you make your
appearance. I promise, too, that I will not read it in the meantime,"
and the widow received the remaining bosoms from Dennis with an
extravagant show of gravity, which caused them both to laugh, in view of
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