age invented it.

And as Sally thought of the past, she saw Lucien coming steadily up the
pathway toward her. He greeted her with a quiet, "How are you?" and
sat beside her on the verandah. It was almost dark, but warm, and a
gentle breeze tempered the atmosphere that throughout the day had been
oppressive. From the verandah the central portion of the city to the
Bay was stretched out in long regular streets, marked by the glimmering
of electric lights. Beyond the wharves the lights of the Island,
sentinel like, marked the indented shore facing the city, and beyond
that again there flickered faintly from Lake Ontario the lights of a
few steamers, some of them pleasure craft, others bearing burdens of
freight from, or toward, the sea-ports.

In silence they watched for a long time. It was Lucien who spoke
first. "Toronto is growing fast," he said, "it will soon be all built
up around here: and it is a fine city--I--I love it--I love it. Some
day--I'm foolish, though----"

"Some day," she echoed.

"Some day--I--I--hope I may do something to help to make it a greater
city still. Work for one's self isn't everything. Father often talks
to me of 'the public good.' 'Every man,' he says, 'should take an
intelligent interest in the affairs of his own municipality, and any
man who can serve his city in even a humble capacity should be proud to
do it.'"

"And you will, Lucien--I know you will." He took one of her hands and
held it in his own, and again they sat silent.

"I must go," he said, at last. "Good-night, Sally."

"Good-night," she said, gently.

He rose, and, looking down at her, he said abruptly, "William's going
soon; did you know?"

"Mr. Epstein said he thought it would be soon."

"He told me to-day that Mr. Epstein had found a place for him in a good
company that will go on the road this fall, after a two weeks'
engagement here. He has only a small part, of course, but he regards
it as his chance, and he's quite delighted. Next summer he'll come
back to give all his time to study again. Good-night."

"Good-night, Lucien."

He turned after he reached the pathway, and called, "It'll be slow
without William, won't it?"

"Yes," she answered, and to herself, "but it would be slower without
you, Lucien."

On his way to the street car he passed Miss Whimple and Epstein and
exchanged greetings with them. When they resumed their walk toward
Miss Whimple's house, the old comedian asked her, "