d; "I'm the happiest
girl in all the world. You came for me. Nothing else matters--"

Stafford listened to her in amazement. It was very clear. She had not
sent for him after all. There had been some misunderstanding. Yet what
of it? He had found her, he had clasped her once more to his breast.
That was all he cared about. Not for anything in the world would he
lose her again. He said nothing, gazing fondly into her dear tired
face as she went on:

"If you hadn't come, I should probably have had to come to you! And
that would have robbed me of everything I've been fighting for. But
now I shall know that I didn't have to do what I knew to be wrong, and
it makes me so happy, dear! So happy! So very, very happy!"

Sobbing she fell on her knees beside him and covered her face with her
hands. For a moment or so he made no answer, but continued to caress
her in silence. Then, slowly, he said:

"Of course I came for you! If I had known all that it meant to you I
should have come long ago--"

She looked up at him eagerly.

"Then you did miss me?"

He nodded.

"I can't tell you how lonely I was. You had Fanny and Jimmie and the
baby, but I had no one. As I sat alone in the house--the bigness of
which seemed to make it all the lonelier--I thought of you, and your
goodness, and sweetness and there I fought things out--I fought them
out, and now I can make you any promise that you ask."

"But I don't ask any," she smiled.

"I give it to you just the same. I shall never, forgive myself either
for letting you go. But I'll make it all up to you now. Ask for
anything you please and you shall have it--to-morrow we'll go to
Tiffany's and--"

Quickly she put her hand over his mouth.

"Don't dear, don't!" she cried. "I don't want you to buy things for
me--I just want you to love me, dear! To love me! Love me! Love me!"

He smiled as he clasped her closer."

"No matter how hard I tried I couldn't help loving you."

"That's all I want," she murmured.

Her face was turned upwards and he bent down and kissed her. They were
still in each others' embrace when the door opened slowly and Jimmie
cautiously put his head in. He grinned when he saw the good results
that had come of his work.

"May I come in?" he asked comically.

"Yes and go out again--that way," laughed Stafford good-humoredly.
Pointing to the front door he added: "Tell Oku to bring the things out
of the machine."

"You're on," grinned the clerk.

"And kee