After court that afternoon Margaret Davis and Judge Townsend, leaving Mrs. Jones and Millie to take the train home, went their own way. About eight o'clock that evening they arrived at the hotel, going to the desk where the sleek and dapper new clerk awaited them and came forward to welcome them. "Hello, Mrs. Davis!" he said, extending his hand. "Good evening," Margaret replied, giggling and looking coyly back at the judge. "Will you give me my key, Mr. Peters?" she asked. "Sure," he said, taking the key from the rack and handing it to her with a smirk. "I didn't expect you back to-night." He smiled. "Well, I wasn't expecting it myself." The annoyance evidenced by the frown on Lemuel Townsend's face immediately changed her tone. With a "Thank you" she turned to go, but the clerk had other plans. "This has been a wonderful day, Mrs. Davis," he said, as he cast languishing glances at her. Townsend was not at all pleased with the attention Peters was showing her and he turned, asking, unctuously, "See here, have you got a suite?" Peters stepped back and looked in surprise from one to the other. "Got what?" "Got a--?" repeated Townsend, but his question was broken into by Margaret, who exclaimed: "Oh, Mr. Peters, we would like to see Miss Buckley and Mrs. Jones." "All right," he said; "I will go up and tell them you are here," and he disappeared up the Nevada stairs. "But, young man," Townsend was insisting as he put his foot on the first stair, "I want to get a--" he reiterated, but Margaret again placed a restraining hand on his arm. "Wait until he comes down," she simpered. As the clerk disappeared behind the portières at the top of the stairs, Townsend turned to Margaret, putting his arm about her waist. "What's the matter, dear? Don't you want the clerk to know we are married?" he asked, in injured tones. "I didn't want you to tell him right before me." He looked into her eyes. "You are not ashamed of it, are you?" "No," she drawled, in her usual giggle, "but it is embarrassing to leave here this morning to get rid of number one and come back this evening with number two." Townsend started, removing his arm from her waist. Putting it back, she pouted, "You are not angry, are you, dear?" Indulgently, but not enthusiastically, he answered, "It is a little jarring to be referred to as number two." "Oh, I didn't mean that!" she exclaimed, leaning coquettishly on his shoulder. "But I can't bear to have every one staring at us." "But this isn't a secret marriage, Maggie," said the judge. At this Margaret drew herself away from him, horror in her opened mouth and widening eyes. "Oh, don't say that!" she protested. "My name is Margaret," adding, sweetly, "I don't mind if they find out about it after we are gone, dear, but let's try to keep them from finding it out to-night." "All right, my darling, just as you say," and he drew her to him again. Peters reappeared at the stairs.