nces,
and gave his attention to the things which concerned himself alone.

What Sophie had told him about Diana had sent his thoughts flying to the
wonder-woman up there in the woods. Even when he had talked to Bettina
he had felt the consciousness of his thought of her.

Out of a full heart he wrote, holding back nothing, and when he had
sealed and stamped his bulky missive, he, like Bettina, went forth to
mail it.

As he passed through the garden a sudden gust of wind scattered a shower
of rose petals in his path. That there were storms in the distance was
evidenced by the low rumble of thunder and the vivid flashes of light.

It was on nights like this that his patients grew restless--poor
abnormal things they were, afraid of life, afraid of death, seeing in
wind and rain and in the battle of the elements the terrors of the
supernatural.

But the night fitted in with Anthony's mood. He still wore his white
linen office coat. His hat was off, and his gray hair was blown back
from his forehead. The salt air exhilarated him. He felt a sudden
lightness of heart. He wanted to shout like a boy. He had been grave for
so long--but now his message had gone forth to Diana--to-morrow she
would read it, and in two short days the answer would come.

He made his way to the beach; the vivid flashes showed the heaving
blackness of the waters--the waves came in with a sullen roar.

He thought of the night when he had stood there with Diana, and when the
moon had made a silver track. To-night there was no light--except
Minot's--like a star. "I-love-you," it said to the lonely man who stood
there in the darkness.

From somewhere in the garden a voice called him, then a nurse came
running.

"I saw you go out," she panted; "perhaps you'd better come, doctor--they
are getting all worked up about the storm."

Thus was his life made up of duty. There was never an uninterrupted
moment. His strength was always being drawn upon to uphold the weakness
of others. To-night his whole nature craved the tumult of the wild
night. Yet he must calm himself to meet the needs of those who leaned
upon him.

As he turned to follow the nurse, a big car whirled through the gate,
and there sounded the trilling laughter of girls, the deeper jovial bass
of young men.

Beneath the brilliantly-lighted entrance of Harbor Light the car
stopped, and as Anthony came up, Sara and Doris descended with much
shaking out of filmy dancing frocks.

Sophie,