which exorcised all his gloom. He looked down upon her as they stood together under the cluster of electric lights in her cozy little sitting-room. Such a slender, girlish figure! Such a soft cheek, red mouth, and firm little chin! Often in his dreams of her he had taken her into his arms and coaxed her into a good humor. But, alas! dreams are not realities, and the calm friendliness of this young person made any demonstration of tenderness well-nigh impossible. But for the shy regard of her eyes, you might have thought that he was no more to her than a friendly acquaintance.
"I hear," said she, taking up some needlework, "that your Welland case comes on tomorrow."
"Yes," answered the young lawyer, "and I have all my witnesses ready."
"So, I hear, has Mr. Greaves," she retorted. "You are going to have a hard fight."
"What of that, when in the end I'll win."
He looked over at her with a bright gleam in his eyes.
"I wouldn't be too sure," she warned demurely. "You may lose on a technicality."
He drew his chair a little nearer to her side and turned over the pages of a book lying on her worktable. On the fly-leaf was inscribed
