an interior cathedral.

And Hamilton and Jack English did not fail them. They were waiting.
They were "in his corner" as they had promised to be. They accompanied
the bride and groom to the station. And while Hamilton was shaking hands
with her husband, Jack English found opportunity for a word with his wife.

"Didn't I tell you?" he asked. "Didn't I say you'd picked a game guy?"

She was dewy of lip, star-eyed.

"You told me," she said.

He studied her with peculiar intentness.

"This game will never hold him," he at last went on. "He'll want to take
you far, so his fight has just begun. You believe in him. You'll be
proud of him, some day."

She dropped her eyes; she was too honest with herself not to admit that
she had wondered about that, often hoped and therefore feared she might
not be.

"I mean to," she answered, her voice not large. "And I'm proud enough,
right now."

But not until hours after did she realize how proud. Hours later as she
sat in their drawing-room on the Lake Shore Limited and watched her
husband, just outside the open door, talking with a senator and a
prominent divine, her tiny disloyalty punished her a little. How hard
and clear cut his profile was--his nose was rather large! And how
man-sure, and boyishly diffident. She'd be secure, her whole life
through--and she hated men who boasted. She suffered some for her
snobbish wonder; but she was conscious of a new, great joy.

"My lad!" she tried it aloud. "My lad!"

She laid her fingers to her throat. A pulse throbbed there.

How eager they seemed for his company; how interested! And there was no
patronage in their manner; rather they sought to establish equality; they
sought to be approved. This game would not hold him--and their chance
was equal to any. They were both young, very young--though she was
extremely mature for twenty years! Maybe--she didn't lean exactly toward
the ministry--but perhaps a senator--

Her eyes grew misty and veiled; she was lost to all but her dreams.

And then the train stopped and she heard the senator talking, his voice
very loud with no din of motion to drown it.

"I snapped my right over"--it punctured her blissful gossamer of
fancy--"I snapped my right over--and _he_ made no more trouble for
anyone, in _that_ town."

She heard her husband answer, but could not make out the words. But
apparently the prominent divine had been champing on the bit; the
senator, she thought, m