You see, Kitty"-- Stacy checked him with a movement of his pencil in the air, and then wrote down, "'Day or two.' Wife with you ?" "Yes; and oh, Stacy, our boy! Ah!" he went on, with a laugh, knocking aside the remonstrating pencil, "you must listen! He's just the sweetest, knowingest little chap living.

Do you know what we're going to christen him?
Well, he'll be Stacy Demorest Barker.

Good names, aren't they?
And then it perpetuates the dear old friendship." Stacy picked up the pencil again, wrote "Wife and child S.D.B.," and leaned back in his chair.

"Now, Barker," he said briefly, "I'm coming to dine with you tonight at 7.30 sharp.

THEN we'll talk Heavy Tree Hill, wife, baby, and S.D.B.But here I'm all for business.