," he said.

"It wasn't announced," said Miss Chisholm. "He's a good deal older than
I. A doctor." There was a long silence. "He said he would wait, and he
will," she said softly, ending it. "It's not FOREVER, you know. Another
year or two, and he'll come for me! Alan's quite a different person
now. Another two years!" She jumped up, with a complete change of
manner. "Well, I'm over my nonsense for another while!" said she. "And
it's getting cold. I can't tell you how I've enjoyed letting off steam
this way, Paul!"

"Whenever we feel this way," he said, giving her a steadying hand in
the dark, "we'll come out for a jaw. But cheer up; we'll have lots of
fun this winter!"

"Oh, lots!" she said contentedly. They entered the dark, open doorway
together.

Patricia went ahead of him up the stairs, and at the top she turned,
and Paul felt her hand for a second on his shoulder, and felt something
brush his forehead that was all fragrance and softness and warmth.

Then she was gone.

Paul went into his room, and stood at the window, staring out into the
dark. Only the door of the power-house glowed smoulderingly, and a
broad band of light fell from Miss Chisholm's window.

He stood there until this last light suddenly vanished. Then he took a
letter from his pocket, and began to tear it methodically to pieces.
While he did so Paul began to compose another letter, this time to his
mother.

THE RAINBOW'S END

"Well, I am discovered--and lost." Julie, lazily making the
announcement after a long silence, shut her magazine with a sigh of
sleepy content; and braced herself more comfortably against the old
rowboat that was half buried in sand at her back. She turned as she
spoke to smile at the woman near her, a frail, keen-faced little woman
luxuriously settled in an invalid's wheeled chair.

"Ann--you know you're not interested in that book. Did you hear what I
said? I'm discovered."

"Well, it was sure to happen, sooner or later, I suppose." Mrs.
Arbuthnot, suddenly summoned from the pages of a novel brought her gaze
promptly to the younger woman's face, with the pitifully alert interest
of the invalid. "You were bound to be recognized by some one, Ju!"

"Don't worry, a cannon wouldn't wake him!" said Julia, in reference to
Mrs. Arbuthnot's lowered voice, and the solicitous look the wife had
given a great opened beach umbrella three feet away, under which Dr.
Arbuthnot slumbered on the warm sands. "He's forty