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Mr Stott was a rising young attorney of forty-eight, and it was anticipated that he would one day be a leading trial lawyer because of his aggressiveness

Wallie's voice took on a sympathetic tone He stopped in front of a chair where a very thin young lady was reclining languidly

"How's the bad heart to-day, Miss Eyester?"

"About as usual, Wallie, thank you," she replied, gratefully

"Your lips haveout a small, round mirror which she carried for the purpose, inspected her lips critically

"It does see excited"

"I can't iine a better place than The Colonial" The reply contained a grain of irony

"That's why I coo soed his head playfully

"Treason! Treason! Why, you've been co here for--" Miss Eyester's alar"

"Wallie!" It was his aunt's voice calling and he went instantly to a tall, austere lady in a linen collar as knitting wash-rags with the feverish haste of a piece-worker in a factory

He stood before her obediently

"Don't go in to-day"

"Why, Auntie?" In his voice there was a world of disappointh--there must have been a storm at sea"

"But, Auntie," he protested, "IMrs Appel to the auction It isn't very rough----"

"Look at the white-caps," she interrupted, curtly, "I don't want you to go, Wallie"

"Oh, very well" He turned away abruptly, wondering if she realized how keenly he was disappointed--a disappointroundless, since not only was it not "rough" but he was an excellent swi," as he called Miss Spenceley to hi at him with an expression in her eyes whichat hi, as if he were a child of seven

He sauntered past her, huht about him When he turned around she had vanished and a few minutes after he saw her with her suit over her arm on the way to the bath-house on the exclusive beach in front of The Colonial