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ARKWRIGHT TELLS ANOTHER STORY.
Promptly at the suggested hour on the day after the operetta, Arkwright rang Billy Neilson's doorbell.

Promptly, too, Billy herself came into the living-room to greet him.
Billy was in white to-day--a soft, creamy white wool with a touch of black velvet at her throat and in her hair.

The man thought she had never looked so lovely: Arkwright was still under the spell wrought by the soft radiance of Billy's face the two times he had mentioned his "story." Until the night before the operetta Arkwright had been more than doubtful of the way that story would be received, should he ever summon the courage to tell it.

Since then his fears had been changed to rapturous hopes.