BUT IS RESCUED By the time he reached Saint X our young "man of affairs" believed his conscience soundly converted to his adventure; and, as he drove toward the house, a final survey of his defenses and justifications satisfied him that they were impregnable.

Nevertheless, as he descended from the station hack and entered the grounds of the place that in his heart of heart was all that the word "home" can contain, he felt strangely like a traitor and a sneak.

He kept his manner of composed seriousness, but he reasoned in vain against those qualms of shame and panic.

At the open front door he dared not lift his eyes lest he should be overwhelmed by the sight of that colossal figure, with a look in its face that would force him to see the truth about his thoughts and his acts.

The house seemed deserted; on the veranda that opened out from the back parlor he found Dory Hargrave, reading.