SHE--Madison 7-9-3-1-y, please. Is that you, dearest? Oh! Carroll, I'm all so topsy-turvy I don't know what I'm doing. But I just couldn't go to bed without talking to you again. HE--You know I'm glad. SHE--And I----Oh! I'm so full of joy I can't wait for tomorrow to come. Doesn't it seem like a dream to think of our being married? It's all so strange, and yet I'm so happy! You don't think me unwomanly for telling you so, do you, dearest? I'm so frightened, and yet my heart is beating--trip--trip--for you. Can't you hear it? HE--Keep still a moment. Yes, I can. One, two, three---- SHE--Oh, you tease! Such nonsense! HE--It must be my own then, beating for you. SHE--You're not nervous, are you? HE--Of course I am. Am I not going to get the best, sweetest, prettiest, dearest, most lovable girl in the world for a wife? Tomorrow at high noon seems a long way off, doesn't it? SHE--Oh! Carroll, we won't need a 'phone then, will we? HE--It has been a dear old two-party line, though, hasn't it? SHE--It knows an awful lot of our secrets. I wonder how much the exchange girl has heard? HE--Oh! I guess she got tired of us long ago. SHE--Then she won't be listening if I send you a kiss over the wire. Um--m--m--m--did you get it? HE--I'll give it back with interest tomorrow. SHE--Everything's tomorrow, isn't it? HE--There's the clock striking midnight. It's today now, and our wedding day. SHE--Oh, Carroll! HE--Don't come late, little bride. I'll be "waiting at the church." _Timon Up To Date_ The Doctor and his wife waited until their half dozen guests had finished the tasty supper Mrs. Harford had provided before they sprung upon them the purpose which had moved them to invite them. The entire party was made up of West Arlingtonites, neighbors from across the way, from down the block and from up near Carter Station. They had chatted gaily over neighborhood gossip in the dining-room, intermingled with nonsense of the sort that passes between people who have been a great deal in the same set. And now that they were seated on the front porch, two in a hammock and the others in comfortable rockers, the badinage continued as Dr. Harford passed cigars to the men and pretended to give them to the ladies, too. "They don't seem to have taken offense at our not asking them," whispered Mrs. Caswell to plump little Mrs. Fremont. "No, not a bit," responded Mrs. Fremont, in the same low tone. "All the same, I feel like a hypocrite for coming." "Nonsense," said Mrs. Caswell; "you're too soft." She might have added more, but Dr. Harford, who had been lounging against a post since he had handed around the cigars, was evidently trying to attract the attention of the entire group. "I am reminded tonight," he began, slowly, "by this little affair of a larger party here last summer, when we entertained the card club." In the stillness that ensued the song of the crickets in the fields beyond the town sounded most strangely plain.