ith them.
I know of several cases now--"

"Yes," eagerly. "Whatever you need--"

"But five thousand--"

"Couldn't you use it?" eagerly.

She paused and then smiled brightly across the table at him.

"I'll try to, Jerry."

"And the five thousand a month?" he urged. "Oh, you don't know, Una.
It isn't a third of my income even now and later I've got more--so
much that I'm sick thinking of it. You've got to use it, somehow. If
you can't help the women, use it on the men, or the children--"

"We might add a day nursery--" she murmured thoughtfully.

"Yes, that's it--a day nursery--wonderful thing--a day nursery. Add
two of 'em. You must. You've got to plan; and if your organization
isn't big enough to handle it, you must get the right people to help
you."

He reached across the table, upsetting a teacup, and seized her hands
in both of his. "Oh, you will, Una, won't you?"

She withdrew her hands gently and looked at him, on her lips a queer
little crooked smile.

"What are you now? The philosopher, the enthusiast or the Caliph?
You're very insistent, aren't you? I think you must be the Caliph--or
the Grand Cham!"

"Then you agree?" he cried.

"I'll try," she said quietly.

Jerry gave a great gasp. "By Jove," he said with a boyish laugh. "I
can't tell you what a relief it is to get this off my mind. I know I
ought to be down here helping, but I--I can't just now. Uncle
Jack--that's Ballard Junior--says I've got a place in the world to
keep up and a lot of rubbish about--"

"That's very right and proper--of course," she said, gathering up her
gloves.

He noted the motion.

"Oh, don't go yet, Una. There are a lot of things I'd like to ask
you."

"I think I will have to go."

"But you'll let me see you and talk to you about things, won't you?"

"Of course, I'll have to make an accounting of your money--"

"Oh, yes--the check. You'll get it tomorrow."

"But, Jerry--"

"Your address, please," he insisted with a stern and business-like
air.

The moment was propitious. They would certainly see me when they got
up, so when their heads were bent together over the slip of paper the
waiter brought, I quietly rose and, braving detection, went out of the
door.

CHAPTER XIV

JERRY GOES INTO TRAINING

Outside the restaurant I changed my plans. I decided not to go to
Flynn's that afternoon, for I wanted Jerry to understand how little I
was in sympathy with his prize fight. And after the first d