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this time she seemed in a particularly happy, though occasionally abstract ed, frame of mind. Finally it came to the knowledge of Papa Dakin that something had happened of which he had not been informed. The suspi cion was something of a shock, but he determined to know the worst and set himself to find out. Yes, it was true Sue was in love. "He's wonderful," said Sue. "I know you'll like him." "I don't know about that," de murred Dakin. "They are all 'won derful beforehand." "I suppose even you were, Poppy?" 'She looked very demure and inno cent, but the quip did not deflect her father from his purpose. "What's his name?" "Gerald Fielding." "Huh! Sounds like Laura Jean Libby." "A man can't help his name." "I suppose not What does he do?" "He is in the profession an ac tor." Dakih nearly jumped from his chair. "Great Scott!" he snorted. "Do they eall that a profession?" "Poppy, dear!""expostulated Sue. "You are terrible behind the times. People now consider it one of the greatest in the world." "They can, but I don't. True, a few men and women have been orna ments to the stage have lived good lives and become famous; but the or dinary run why, It's'such a haphaz ard; go-as-you-please, impecunious kind of a life the last kind I'd want to see you tied to." "But, daddy, they're not all 'hap hazard' or 'impecunious.' Gerald isn't." "How do you know?" "He said he had enough forus both to live on comfortably." "Huh!" sniffed Dakin incredulous ly. "Where did you meet Gerald?" "At Grace Welby's." "Bohemian studio, cigarets, beer." "No " broke in Sue. At her own 1 home, with her father and mother. They entertain some of the best peo ple in Chicago.Sunday evenings." "How long ago?" . "Nearly three months ago. He was playing there, and " "In vaudeville. It was " 'Vaudeville!" shouted Dakin, with intense disgust "I . suppose he . whacks a fellow with a stuffed club and calls it comedy." "Not at all," protested Sue, now almost in tears. "It's a beautiful lit tle sketch." ' "Well, daughter," said Dakin, be ginning on another tack. "I hope you won't take this matter too. seri ously until until we know this young man- a little better. Perhaps he doesn't mean " "Oh, but he does. I saw him just two days before I left Chicago--and and we're engaged. He wanted to write you at once, but I thought I would rather talk to you first about it." "You'd better ask him to write." With Ihis, Dakin concluded the in terview, leaving Sue with something more than a suspicion that her father was- not going to give his consent. Later on he told Sue he had an swered Mr. Fielding's letter and asked for a stay in proceedings un til he could have a talk with him. Sue went back in no happy frame of mind to take up her studies in Chi cago, and her father concluded to take a trip to New York, mainly to see Mr. Jacob Higgins, whom he had found would be there, and to take a look at his peach orchard. Arriving late in the afternoon in New York he decided to look up Mr. Higgins at his hotel the next day. That evening he strolled into a theater. It was vaude ville. After a time the curtain rose oh the setting for a play. It inter ested him. Presently a man entered. Dakin experienced a shock, he rubbed his eyes, then slipped a coin in the slot and extracted opera glass es, which he hastily raised to his eves mmaitMMmmmimm