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 "What is that paper, Gladys? Have you been reading it?"

"No. I cannot imagine who could be careless enough to throw it on the lawn. Put it in the basket in the library, while I get my cloak."

Farwell gave a sigh of relief. He put the copy of the "Evening Telegram," which he had dropped the night before, in his pocket. She did not know yet, and he would be the first one to tell her the mortifying truth.

They drove down Bellevue Avenue, and out over Kay Street, stopping on the road to buy some rolls at a bakery, and some great bunches of black Hamburg grapes at a hothouse. Gladys laughed at her cousin, and said that she really could wait till breakfast time; but Cid broke off for her tempting little bunches of the fine grapes, and coaxed her to eat a roll. He had a great idea of fortifying the body before giving a shock to the mind. How pretty she looked that morning, all dewy and fresh as the wild flowers by the