ort produced a deep crease between his eyebrows.

"You--are--going--to--the--wistaria--arbor--in--the Park!" he repeated,
solemnly.

She turned as though she had heard, and looked straight at him. Her face
was bright with color; never had he seen such fresh beauty in a human
face.

Her eyes wandered from him upward to the serene blue sky; then she
stepped back, glanced into the mirror, touched her hair with the tips of
her gloved fingers, and walked away, disappearing into the gloom of the
room.

An astonishing sense of loneliness came over him--a perfectly
unreasonable feeling, because every day for months he had seen her
disappear from the window, always viewing the phenomenon with
disinterested equanimity.

"Now I don't for a moment suppose she's going to the wistaria arbor," he
said, mournfully, walking towards his door.

But all the way down in the elevator and out on the street he was
comforting himself with stories of strange coincidences; of how,
sometimes, walking alone and thinking of a person he had not seen or
thought of for years, raising his eyes he had met that person face to
face. And a presentiment that he should meet his neighbor under the
wistaria arbor grew stronger and stronger, until, as he turned into the
broad, southeastern entrance to the Park, his heart began beating an
uneasy, expectant tattoo under his starched white waist-coat.

"I've been smoking too many cigarettes," he muttered. "Things like that
don't happen. It would be too silly--"

And it was rather silly; but she was there. He saw her the moment he
entered the wistaria arbor, seated in a rustic recess. It may be that
she was reading the book she held so unsteadily in her small, gloved
fingers, but the book was upside down. And when his footstep echoed on
the asphalt, she raised a pair of thoroughly frightened eyes.

[Illustration: "HE SAW HER THE MOMENT HE ENTERED THE WISTARIA ARBOR"]

His expression verged on the idiotic; they were a scared pair, and it
was only when the bright flush of guilt flooded her face that he
recovered his senses in a measure and took off his hat.

"I--I hadn't the slightest notion that you would come," he stammered.
"This is the--the most amazing example of telepathy I ever heard of!"

"Telepathy?" she repeated, faintly.

"Telepathy! Thought persuasion! It's incredible! It's--it's a--it was a
dreadful thing to do. I don't know what to say."

"Is it necessary for you to say anything to--me?"