sun; its Prince, her Harry standing in the garden.

"He should always stand in the garden," thought Pauline tenderly. "The
flowers are such a splendid foil for him."

She shut her eyes in sheer satiety of beauty. Not even the shabby man
mopping his hot forehead as he came along the road, marred the
picture. She was a little surprised to see him, a moment later,
talking in an easy way with Harry but there was no false pride in her
lover--brother and all men were his friends until they proved
themselves his enemies. All except Owen.

The shabby man, holding his hat between his nervous hands, was
evidently an applicant for work. Harry pointed to the flower beds and
the rose trees with a nod of inquiry. The man assented vaguely. And
they came on up the path together, making their way towards the
servants' quarters over the garage. Harry paused at the window:

"I have hired a new gardener, who does not know his own name," he said
as they passed on.

Pauline turned back to the pages of the Cosmopolitan. A picture in an
article on the motor races caught her eye and held it for some reason
that she did not at first understand. It was a picture of a man in
auto-racer's costume, with a helmet tight upon his head and the keen
features and daring eyes peculiar to those who live by peril. She had
started to read the caption when she was interrupted by Bemis bringing
her letters. With a little flutter of pleasure, womanlike, she began
to read the letters from their postmarks before opening them. She hit
upon one that brought a little peal of laughter from her, and she
opened it eagerly and read:

"Walter and I want you and Harry to be with us at the wedding. Don't
faint. We decided only yesterday, and it's going to be very quiet,
with just the few people whom we can reach with informal notes like
this. You can motor over in an hour. Tell Harry our lions arrived
last Thursday from Germany, and after the wedding the keeper will
exhibit them. If Harry won't come to see me married, he'll come to see
the lions.

"Yours in a flurry, Sophie McAllan."

Pauline laughed again. It was like her unconventional chum, Sophie, to
arrange her wedding with the same startling haste that had marked all
the breathless events of her life. The lions she mentioned were
typical of her original ideas. She had suddenly announced to her
parents one day that she was tired of domestic animals and was going to
keep lions instead. An