Mary

Fred Vincy wanted to arrive at Stone Court when Mary could not expect him, and when his uncle was not down-stairs in that case she might be sitting alone in the wainscoted parlor.

"Mary," he began, "I am a good-for-nothing blackguard."

The love-story of my boyhood, in all its particulars, down even to the gift of the green flag; the mystic predictions of Dame Dermody; the loss of every trace of my little Mary of former days; the rescue of Mrs.

She answered instantly, "Because you ought to love nobody but Mary."

Mary was taking notes feverishly on a slip of paper while he did the adding up, and in the end they went away gloomily without buying anything.

Now mystery of any kind is detestable to me, and I went into the bric-a-brac shop, ostensibly to look at the cracked china; and there, still on the counter, with the wrapping torn off it, was the article Mary had sold in order to furnish on the proceeds.

Mary lay and watched her for a few moments and then began to look about the room.

Mary listened to her with a grave, puzzled expression.

When Princess Mary went to him at the usual hour he was working at his lathe and, as usual, did not look round at her.

"Ah, Princess Mary!" he said suddenly in an unnatural voice, throwing down his chisel.