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 stricken accents "‘Miss Charlotte Marlin, International Woman Golf Champion'—and I'll be famous, too!"

She sat there dreaming and looking over the west till the spell of the sunset claimed her, as it always had claimed her ever since she could remember, with its golden mystery, its gorgeous grandeur, its promise and fulfilment of things that are felt but not seen.

"What a beautiful world!" breathed Charlotte.

She arose, feeling herself a part of the wonder and glory around her. In the road below a moving figure caught her eye.

"Neil Kennedy," she thought, frowning a little, the spell lifting. "Home for Thanksgiving, I guess."

And, her frown, deepening, the spell quite broken, she asked herself:

"What has he come for?"