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 was again bridged by its linked warmth of hand meeting hand.

"Will yuh always love me?" Saide wistfully asked.

Wilsnach did not answer that question. He did not answer it because at the moment his eye was fixed on yet another figure that stepped quietly over to their table even as he watched.

"Are you Mr. Wilsnach?" this stranger inquired.

"Why?" asked Wilsnach.

"There's a man wants you at the phone."

"What man?"

"He called himself Kestner, I think."

It was the school-bell sounding accusingly on the ears of the truant. Wilsnach looked at Sadie Wimpel. Their hour was over.

The heavy-browed intruder seemed quite indifferent to their emotions. "You'll find the telephone on the second floor," he said as he moved indifferently away.

Wilsnach got up from his chair. "I'll be back in a minute," he announced.

"Don't be long," she murmured, as her eye still followed him. Then she sat back watching the man with the proprietary air as he directed Wilsnach