brown hair was receding above his temples. His small mustaches, which ought to have made him deb

tempt, then uttered a sharp sigh, pressed his palm to his foreh

e?" she demande

o-night. This salt air bl

of an idiotic hope. He uttered the word "Arizona." He spoke of hot deserts, solitudes under the stars, mirages less mocking than his aspirations. As he

Corn

ugh-why must we always be clouding our old congeniality--" And so on. These inexorable words, combined with her look of

ght for whom she used to watch as a little girl, the fairytale prince from another kingd

first notes of Vienna Carnival. In the music room

d Cornelius, "that you

dress. In his unhappy eyes she now perceived something that had not been there before-a desperation, as though his heart had suffered too long from a sense of inferiority to the unknown and unrevealed antagonist, who was to win this trea

is throaty, queer

e kept the little vial of oil of peppermint, which he always touched to his tongue when he threw aside his cigarette on his way to a dan

e to-night," she retu

plained, "You know I can't dance with you any more.

ed and vacuous, he went out of the room like a man in an earthq