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 stood wavering, the door opened and he was in the room.

In the room, and with face illumined: a Dick she had not seen since the strain of the contest had cast its shade on him. Now he shone as if in a sunrise of victory, holding out exultant hands from which she hung back instinctively.

&quot;Mother! I knew you'd be waiting for me!&quot; He had her on his breast now, and his kisses were in her hair. &quot;I've always said you knew everything that was happening to me, and now you've guessed that I wanted you to-night.&quot;

She was struggling faintly against the dear endearments. &quot;What has happened?&quot; she murmured, drawing back for a dazzled look at him.

He had drawn her to the sofa, had dropped beside her, regaining his hold of her in the boyish need that his happiness should be touched and handled.