"He is expected back this week. Perhaps I'll get a letter from him in a day or two." "Say, would you mind letting me have the letter for publication?" cried Roscoe, quickly. "It would make great reading for his friends here. He's an awfully bright fellow, and his letter would be a corker. Won't you please send it up to me?" "Oh, I'm sure it wouldn't be good reading, Mr. Boswell," cried Justine, flushing with pleasure. "They are mostly personal, you know, and would sound very silly to other people." "I'll cut out the love part," he grinned, "and use nothing but the description of Paris or whatever he says about the old country." "I don't believe he would like it, Mr. Boswell," said she, but in her mind she was wishing that one of his interesting letters could be given to the public. She wanted the people to know how splendidly he was doing. "We'll risk that," said Roscoe conclusively. "He won't mind, and besides, he won't see it. He don't take the paper, you know. I haven't many subscribers in Chicago just now," he added, reflectively. "He will come to see me just as soon as he gets back to Chicago and then I'll ask him about it," she said. "Is he coming down soon?" asked the editor, going to his original object. "Oh, yes. He will be down in a week or two, I am sure." "Are you--er--do you expect to go to Chicago to live?" he asked, rather nervously for him. "Yes--quite soon, I think. Mr. Sherrod is making arrangements to have me come up very shortly. He says he is getting a home ready for us on the North Side. Do you know much about the North Side?" "Er--I--well, not much," murmured Roscoe Boswell, who had been in Chicago but once in his life--he had spent two days at the World's Fair. "I'm pretty much acquainted on the South Side and the East Side, though. Great old city, ain't she?" "I have not been there since I was a small baby, but Jud says it is wonderful." "It'll be mighty nice for you both when Jud takes you up," said he, not knowing how to proceed. He could not bring himself to ask her if she had heard of that strange similarity in names in connection with the Chicago wedding. "It will, indeed, and I'll be so happy. Jud wants me so much, and he'll be earning enough, soon to keep us both very nicely," she said, simply. Roscoe Boswell not only believed in the integrity of Jud Sherrod as she went away smiling, but he swore to himself that the stories about her and 'Gene Crawley were "infernal lies." He saw her from time to time in the course of the evening, and she seemed so blithe and happy that he knew there was no shadow in her young heart. "I'm glad of it," he mused, forgetting to respond to Mrs. Harbaugh's question. "It would have been a thundering good story for the _Tomahawk_ if it had been our Jud, old as the story is by this time, but I'm darned glad there's nothing in it." Then aloud, with a jerk: "What's that, Mrs. Harbaugh?"