fingers some one else would snap him up
before you could say 'Jack Robinson." Her eyes danced. "I wonder if
anyone said 'Jack Robinson'?"

"No, darling, there wasn't time. But, at any rate, we've made our
wedding call on our parents," said Phil, gayly, "and I think we might
as well go back to 'little old New York'!"

Then, hand in hand, like two gladsome children, Mr. and Mrs. Philip
Peirce retraced their steps toward the station.

THE LADY & THE CAR

By CHURCHILL WILLIAMS

"And, if you don't mind, old fellow, will you bring over the guns
yourself?"

That had been Tony Rennert's parting charge as he bolted from the
breakfast table at the Agawan Club for the dogcart which was scheduled
to make connections with the eight-forty-five for the city. Two days
before, after eighteen months of leisurely travel abroad, I had been
met on landing with Tony's urgent message to join him in bachelor
quarters at the Agawan, and with an alacrity born of the wish to get
close again to one of the "old crowd," I had straightway come down to
the club in the twenty-horse-power car which had carried me faithfully
for six weeks over the French roads. Come down to find myself among a
lot of men I did not know and for whom, to be entirely frank, I did
not care.

Agawan had changed since last I was there. Then it was a big,
comfortable shooting box, with a good cook, an old-fashioned barn,
and, behind it, kennels for half a dozen clever dogs. Now it was
triple its former size, rebuilt and modernized, with many bedrooms, a
double-deck piazza and a dancing floor. The barn was gone, a fine
stable had taken its place, and tennis courts and golf links occupied
a large part of its one-time brush-grown pasturage and sloping
meadows. In short, it was a country club, glaring in its fresh paint
and with all the abominations which the name of that institution
suggests to a man to whom knickerbockers and loose coats, a gun, a
dog, a pipe and never the flutter of a petticoat the whole day long
give selfish but complete satisfaction.

Tony had fallen into evil ways. I suspected as much as soon as I saw
the manner of his living; I was sure of it when he informed me, with
detestable glee, that there was to be a big house-warming dance the
following evening, at which--well, Morleton, three miles away, had
undergone a boom in my absence, and from the houses there and from the
city, too, were to come--girls. Privately I made up my mind that the