"Where's my cane?" he asked, looking round the room. She found it for him, and as he opened the door, she said: "Don't be long, will you?" He laughed. "I'll come right back. By George!" he exclaimed, "I feel quite excited at the prospect of this trip!" Regarding her fondly, he went on: "It's awfully good of you, old girl, to let me go. I don't think there are many women like you." Annie averted her head. "Now, don't spoil me," she said, lifting the tray as if about to go into the kitchen. "Wait till I kiss you good-by," he said effusively. Taking the tray from her, he placed it on the table, and folding her in his arms, he pressed his lips to hers. "Good-by," he murmured; "I won't be long." As soon as he disappeared she gave way completely, and sinking into a chair, leaned her head on the table and sobbed as if her heart would break. This, then, was the end! He would go away and soon forget her. She would never see him again! But what was the use of crying? It was the way of the world. She couldn't blame him. He loved her--she was sure of that. But the call of his family and friends was too strong to resist. Alternately laughing and crying hysterically, she picked up the tray, and carrying it into the kitchen began washing the dishes. Suddenly there was a ring at the bell. Hastily putting on a clean apron, she opened the door. Judge Brewster stood smiling on the threshold. Annie uttered a cry of pleasure. Greeting the old lawyer affectionately, she invited him in. As he entered, he looked questioningly at her red eyes, but made no remark. "I'm delighted to see you, judge," she stammered. As he took a seat in the little parlor, he said: "Your husband passed me on the stairs and didn't know me." "The passage is so dark!" she explained apologetically. He looked at her for a moment without speaking, and for a moment there was an awkward pause. Then he said: "When does Howard leave you?" Annie started in surprise. "How do you know that?" she exclaimed. "We lawyers know everything," he smiled. Gravely he went on: "His father's attorneys have asked me for all the evidence I have. They want to use it against you. The idea is that he shall go abroad with his father, and that proceedings will be begun during his absence." "Howard knows nothing about it," said Annie confidently. "Are you sure?" demanded the lawyer skeptically. "Quite sure," she answered positively. "But he is going away?" persisted the judge. "Yes, I want him to go--I am sending him away," she replied. The lawyer was silent. He sat and looked at her as if trying to read her thoughts. Then quietly he said: "Do you know they intend to make Robert Underwood the ground for the application for divorce, and to use your own perjured testimony as a weapon against you? You see what a lie leads to. There's no end to it, and you are compelled to go on lying to support the original lie, and that's precisely what I won't permit." Annie nodded acquiescence.