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as on speaking terms with the clerks. They knew him. He did the marketing, but the account was in Miss Duluth’s name. A livery stable, too, was on the line of progress. He occasionally stopped in to engage a pony phaeton for a drive in the afternoon with Phoebe.

To-day he passed these places by. Every one seemed to be busy. He could see that at a glance. So there wasn’t any use stopping. That was what he got for coming home from town in the middle of the day. He nodded to several acquaintances–passing acquaintances in both senses of the word. They turned to look after him, half-smiles on their lips.

One woman said to another, “I wonder if he’s really married to her?”

“If he wasn’t, he’d be living in the city with her,” was the complete rejoinder.

“He seems such a quiet little man, so utterly unlike what a husband of hers ought to be. He’s from the far West–near Chicago, I believe. I never can remember his name. Can you?”

“I’ve never heard it.”

“It’s not an uncommon