d the street under the dark
canopy of the elms and-pulled the office bell till it jangled wildly. A
head came out of a window above.

"What's wanted?" asked the Doctor's sleepy voice. "Who is it?"

"It's Herrick. Come down, please."

After a moment the key turned and the Doctor, arrayed in a vast figured
dressing-gown stood in the open door.

"Is it you?" he asked. "What's wrong? Who's ill"?"

"No one's ill, Doctor," said Herrick. "I just wanted to know if you had
any remedy for happiness?"

Perhaps Wade's radiant, laughing face gave the Doctor his cue, for,
after studying it a moment, he asked, with a chuckle:

"Have you tried marriage?"

"No, but I'm going to. Oh, I'm not crazy, Doctor. I was out for a stroll
and thought I'd just drop by and tell you that I'd taken your advice
and had decided not to leave to-morrow."

"Humph; nor the next day, either, I guess! Lad, is it all right? Have
you seen her?"

"Yes, I've seen her and it's all right! Everything's all right! Look at
this world, Doctor. Did you ever see a more beautiful one? For Heaven's
sake reel off some poetry for me!"

"Go to bed," laughed the Doctor, "go to bed!"

"Bed!" scoffed Wade.

"H'm, you're right," said the Doctor. "Stay up and be mad as you can, my
lad. Bay to the moon! Sing under her window! Act the happy fool! Lord,
if I wasn't so old I'd come out and help you. Youth, youth! Now go away
before I hate you for it!"

"You couldn't hate anything, you old fraud," laughed Wade. "Go back to
bed if you won't sing or dance with me or recite verses. But first,
congratulations, please."

"My dear fellow," said the Doctor as he clasped Wade's hand, "you don't
need any one's good wishes, but I give mine just the same. It's good
news to me, the best of news."

"Thanks, Doctor. Good night. I'm off to bay the moon."

"Good night, good night!"

The Doctor stood for a moment at the door and watched him pass across
the strip of moonlight and become engulfed in the gloom of the elms.

"I wonder," he mused, "what he's done with his coat!" He chuckled as he
closed the door, and sighed as he locked it. Then, instead of returning
to the stairway, he passed into the study and walked across to the
book-shelves. You would have thought that he would have had difficulty
in finding What he wanted even in broad daylight in that confusion of
volumes. But he put his hand at once on what he sought and bore it to
the window where the moonlight shone. Bendi