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who didn't consider me perfect," announced Linda clearly.

      "Remember the chromo that goes with me – Mrs. Porter. Maud would be your cousin." King dangled his eyeglasses as he made the suggestion, and regarded a short curl of hair that had dropped against his companion's white neck.

      Linda was silent for a moment. "I suppose you'll poison her mind against me now," she said.

      "No. You've poured hot tea and cold water on my budding hopes, but I'm strictly honorable; and besides, I'm going to remember that both douches are good for plants. Ask your father if I know how to hang on to a proposition."

      Silence. Linda's strong heart beat against her ribs as the man came a step nearer to her.

      "Don't you touch me!" she exclaimed.

      "I wasn't thinking of touching you, Linda. I just wanted to fix your hair. Something has fallen down here; just wait, I see a hairpin."

      The girl preserved her pose under the caressing hands for a second, but he fumbled the soft lock, and she suspected him.

      "That will do," she said, jerking her head away.

      "Oh, well, I fixed it. You might thank me, going out as you are."

      "I should think Fred had fallen dead!" she exclaimed.

      "Yes; Maud prescribes Maine for me. She knows the lay of the land pretty well up there. She says she has known it for thirty years. I think that's an exaggeration, don't you?"

      "I don't know how old she is, and I don't care; I only know that it must have nearly killed her husband to die and leave her."

      King rocked back and forth on his toes. "I've heard that it did, entirely," he responded.

      Linda gave her head a quick shake. "No wonder I say idiotic things!" she exclaimed. "It's catching! – Fred! Fred!" The sudden call was a cry of relief, and the girl quickly stepped out of an open glass door upon the piazza, and hurried down the steps. A motor had stopped beside the walk. King caught up his hat and followed her.

      "I thought you'd never come!" cried Linda, to the joy of the distracted chauffeur.

      "Great Scott! I thought I never would either!" he responded.

      "What have you been doing? Climbing trees?" asked King. "Linda and I had nearly decided to be reckless and go to a movie."

      "Nothing of the sort," averred Linda, "but I had begun to believe all four were punctured."

      "One was," admitted Whitcomb, "and I've had a dozen delays." And he gnashed his teeth over a wasted hour of June as he handed his fair one into the front seat.

      "Whither away?" inquired King.

      "To the North Shore," responded Whitcomb, with fire in his eye which portended speeding.

      "Drop me at the club, then, will you, Freddy?" And without waiting for the assent Bertram landed in the tonneau as the car started.

      In front of the University Club he descended, and stepped forward beside Linda.

      "I may not see you again," he said, standing between the wheels, hatless, and holding her hand. "Have a good time. If you send me a picture postal, it will be all off between us."

      "What did he mean?" asked Whitcomb, as with a whirr and a jerk they were on their way again.

      "Why, I'm going to Colorado with my father; or he's going with me. He's tired."

      "Well, he has nothing on King," remarked Freddy. "Never saw any one run down as that chap has the last month. He'd better get some smaller collars. Don't you care, Linda! Send me a picture postal, and I'll frame it."

      The look that accompanied this outburst was lost on the adored one. She was trying to remember if Bertram King's collar had looked too large.

      The University Club was a lonely place!

      CHAPTER IV

      THE JUNE NIGHT

      Linda enjoyed the long flight under the June stars between the waves of the freshwater sea and the star-filled lagoons of Lincoln Park, and returned late to the dark house on the avenue.

      "Did you ever see anything look so inhospitable!" she exclaimed, as her escort ran with her up the steps. "I wonder why Sedley didn't light up."

      "Do you want me to go in and look under all the beds for you?" asked Whitcomb gayly.

      "No. Father's bound to be in one of them by this time. I'm afraid to look at my watch. You shouldn't have kept me out so late, Freddy. You know it was against my will."

      He could see her dimples in the starlight. They had been dear to him in grammar school; dear to him all the years while he was bereft of them at Harvard.

      "If I could keep you always!" he ejaculated, in a lower tone.

      "Against my will?" she laughed. "How about your promise, Freddy?"

      "Yes, I know I did," was the incoherent response, "but you're going away – and – are you sure you don't feel a bit – not the least bit different, Linda?"

      She shook her head at the pleading tone, and its low vibration set some chord within her to stirring. The sudden vision of Bertram King rose before her, dangling his eyeglasses and watching to see what she would say and how she would say it. Freddy had none of Bertram's hateful way of taking things for granted. He was all that was manly and humble and appealing. She could see in the dim light his square, strong hands clenched, and she felt again King's slender fingers on her hair; insolent, presumptuous: a man who had never courted her.

      She liked Whitcomb so much. She approved of him so deeply.

      "I ought not to have gone with you to-night," she said, and the gentle, regretful voice was so unlike Linda Barry that it frightened her devoted suitor.

      "No, no. No, no!" he exclaimed quickly, taking a fresh grip on the situation. "I assumed all the responsibility. I haven't forgotten it."

      His teeth closed, and the two regarded one another. She again contrasted his athletic build and efficient effect with King, very much to the latter's disadvantage.

      "Oh, Freddy!" she exclaimed appealingly, and her fingers locked together, "there are so many nice girls." She paused, but he was silent. "I should just love your wife, I know. What fun we would have together!"

      "Afraid not, Linda. Three's a crowd." A sudden thought corrugated the speaker's forehead. "Were you thinking – thinking of making it a quartette?"

      "What an idea!"

      The corrugation remained. "I've been suspecting that that dry-as-dust King would pounce on you as soon as you left school."

      "Really, Freddy, your language – "

      Linda's cheeks flushed. Were not the boyish words extremely graphic!

      "Well, wouldn't it occur to any one? He must have some human moments when the machine's resting, and he has eyes in his head. Each man of us wants the best of everything, and aren't you the best of everything? I don't care a hang for your father's money. I got a raise last week."

      "Bless your dear heart, Freddy!"

      "Don't!" The young fellow winced. "I abhor that big-sister tone of yours. King's hand in glove with your father. Everybody says Barry & Co. take on nothing that King doesn't sanction, and your father is some business man, as you may know. I only hope he won't ever regret such absolute faith. I know I bought something, and – well, I believe it's shaky to tell the truth, and I've begun to wonder if, after all, King is such a wizard. But – all this is nothing to you. I just want to be sure that if I'm not the leading man it'll be somebody with more flesh and blood than King, somebody gaited more like myself, only a better man. If I've got to give you up, I want it to be to a better man, Linda; not to a long-legged, cadaverous, conceited prig!"

      "Why, Freddy, Freddy!" Bertram was all that. Why should Linda object to hearing it in good nervous English? "I had no idea you disliked Bertram so," she said.

      "Didn't you think he had his nerve to start out with us to-night? I don't understand how he was able to make me feel that way, but somehow it was just

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