Oh, he would have stopped the sun from rising if Edith had requested it. I've never witnessed such dog-devotion as Alec shows to Edith. He can't be five minutes late to an appointment with her, without telephoning a plausible excuse, or sending a special messenger. She has him wonderfully trained. You ought to see him run around and put down windows, raise shades, carry chairs or rush upstairs for her work-bag which she forgot and left on her bureau just before dinner.
At about five o'clock that afternoon Malcolm, who had been haunting the station all day in the hope of meeting Oliver and his companion, and hurrying them quietly into a closed carriage as soon as possible, burst in upon us, all excitement.
"What in the world is the matter now?" exclaimed Ruth.
"Have they come?" asked Alec.
"Has any one heard of it?" gasped Edith.
"Heard of it! It's gotten into the papers!" Malcolm announced.
Tom and Alec both got up.
"Very bad?" asked one of them, and Edith sprang forward like a cat and snatched the paper out of Malcolm's hand.
"On the front page," said Malcolm. "Here! There it is. Oh, no one can miss it."
"Heavens!" Edith ejaculated as her eyes fell upon the headlines.
"Read it," commanded Tom.
"Romantic Love Affair of Oliver Chenery Vars ends in an Elopement. Son of William T. Vars, former
