emotions in him as a jug.

It was a kind of a deadly work of art, maybe, but it was a starchy

picture for show; for it was life size, full length, and represented the

American earl in a peer's scarlet robe, with the three ermine bars

indicative of an earl's rank, and on the gray head an earl's coronet,

tilted just a wee bit to one side in a most gallus and winsome way. When

Sally's weather was sunny the portrait made Tracy chuckle, but when her

weather was overcast it disordered his mind and stopped the circulation

of his blood.

Late one night when the sweethearts had been having a flawless visit

together, Sally's interior devil began to work his specialty, and soon

the conversation was drifting toward the customary rock. Presently, in

the midst of Tracy's serene flow of talk, he felt a shudder which he knew

was not his shudder, but exterior to his breast although immediately

against it. After the shudder came sobs; Sally was crying.

Oh, my darling, what have I done--what have I said? It has happened

again! What have I done to wound you?"

She disengaged herself from his arms and gave him a look of deep

reproach.

What have you done? I will tell you what you have done. You have

unwittingly revealed--oh, for the twentieth time, though I could not

The American Claimant