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224 back to me, but when I saw—saw that name there, I—I knew I had never let him put it down."

"Here!" exclaimed Tom, taking the order. He scratched out the offending name. "It's gone now," he added, with a laugh.

"I am in your debt, Mr. Simpson," went on Ruth.

"Then repay me sometime by saving a dance for me," spoke the lad from the Golden West, as he bowed and moved away.

"I think this is our dance—now!" spoke Tom, with a smile.

"Oh—Tom!" exclaimed the girl, "I—I think I'd rather sit it out."