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introduced that evening. They danced together, talked together on the porch. Their conversation, perfectly proper and platonid, was unmistaka bly one of understanding. All that night Harry lay awake, thinking of Miriam and again of Nor ma. He remembered how he had come into Norma's life six months be fore. He recalled how the serenity of her nature had appealed to him. There had been a Bweetheart of Nor ma's a young man named Willis. - They had been comrades since child hood, and, though nothing had been said of love, most people had believed that Willis would marry Norma. After Harry had made his appearance Wil lis had left town. Harry had suspect ed that Miss Arbuckle resented his having supplanted Willis, and that had b6en the cause of her hostility. Harry became conscious, with amazement and distress, that he was wishing Willis had stayed. He found himself questioning his fitness to marry Nprma. Would their natures blend any more than light and dark ness? He toew his weakness, his constant searching for that ideal whom Norma did not represent and never could represent. Then the bronze hair and glorious eyes of Miriam blotted out poor Nor ma's picture from his mind. He stayed three days at the hotel instead of a week, and Miriam occu pied all his thoughts. They walked together, danced and drove together. Yet, with a mighty effort of will Har ry, conscious as he was of Miriam's power over him, refrained from any love-making. Only, at the moment of parting, he asked permission to call on her in the city. And he saw an answering light leap into Miriam's eyes as she gave him her address. "Good-by, Mr. Maclntyre." That was all, but there was a wprld of meaning in the flutter of the little hand in his. No, that was not quite all, for, at the very end, as he leaned from the buggy; "Au revoir, Mr. Madlntyre." Then Harry was gone to spend three miserable daysat another ho tel, a little place miles distant, where his days and nights were haunted by visions of Miriam. And at the end he Qame to the con clusion that he must otter Norma her freedom. And yet the thought of her grief maddened him with remorse. He did not know what to do. In this undecided frame of mind he approached the house where she lived. He had gone there in the even ing; it was dark except for a single light that Bhone in the parlor. As he approached the door ne was ar rested by hearing the sound of voic es. Norma and May Arbuckle were talking. "You say you never loved Willis and yet you think of him," said May. "Norma, dear, consider your heart's promptings before it is tool late." "I have considered, them, May," answered Norma, "and they tell me that I have not erred in my choice." "But at least Willis was more of your, ideal than Harry," suggested May. "In a way yes, May. Willis wda my oldest friend, you see. We shared all our tastes in common. And Harry is comparatively a Btranger. We do not know each other yet." "Norma, dear," said May Arbuckle, "do you know the fate of a woman who marries a man like that? At best, even if their marriage is to be a happy one she must be the slave of his moods." "I have thpught of that," said Norma miserably. Harry started. Had Norma thought of that? Why, that had been in his own mind from the beginning, but he had never credited Norma with hav ing the ability to analyze these ob scure fashionings of psychic thoueht He did notNknow Norma had seen what he had seen. "You are running a grave danger, Norma," continued May Arbucktej.