, is the reward?"

"No, no," Reynolds protested. "Here is my reward," and he stepped over
to Glen's side. "Where are your senses, sir?"

"Sure, sure, what was I thinking about?" and Harmon placed his hand to
his head in perplexity. "I seem to be all upset to-night. But, my,
my, what a reward! Why didn't I undertake this quest? for then the
reward might have been mine."

Redmond and Reynolds smiled, but Glen immediately stepped forward, and
putting her arms about the neck of the embarrassed man, kissed him upon
the cheek.

"There, you have your reward, sir," she announced. "And if you are
willing you may have me as a daughter. How will that do?"

Harmon was now more confused than ever. Not since the last time his
mother kissed him had a woman's lips ever touched his face. And this
girl had really kissed him, Andrew Harmon, the staid and sober editor
of the _Telegram_ and _Evening News_! What would his associates think
and say if ever they heard of it? He thought of all this as he stood
there abashed with the girl's twinkling eyes fixed upon him.

"But perhaps you do not consider me a reward, sir." It was Glen
speaking, so with an effort Harmon rallied his tumultuous senses. He
must rise to the occasion, and say something. He mopped his perspiring
brow with his handkerchief, and looked helplessly around.

"Reward!" he gasped. "Not consider you a reward! Oh, Lord! what have
I done to merit such happiness? You as my daughter! You the fairest
of the fair, the flower of womanhood, you, you----"

"Come, come, sir," Reynolds laughingly chided, as Harmon floundered for
words. "You will make me jealous if you are not careful. But suppose
we have something to eat, as I, for one, am hungry. Dinner is already
served, and waiting for us. This is a part of our surprise; a private
dinner, with plates set for four."

"It is certainly wonderful what money will do," was Harmon's comment as
he took his seat at the table at Glen's right hand. "Little did I
expect such surprises to-night."

"Isn't it delightful!" the girl replied. "I have heard so much about
you lately, and what a great man you really are, that I felt quite
nervous at the thought of meeting you. But I am not one bit afraid of
you now."

Redmond and Reynolds laughed, and even Harmon smiled. The editor was
happy and contented, and life seemed very pleasant just then. He was
satisfied to listen in silence while Reynolds related the story