The Indifference of Juliet

looking fixedly at the door by which she had gone. The smile with which he had answered her gay fling had faded; his eyes had grown dark with a singular fire; his hands were clenched. Suddenly he strode across the floor and stopped by the door. He was looking down at the quaint old latch which served instead of a knob. Then, with a glance at the unconscious back of Mrs. Dingley, sitting sleepily on the little porch outside, he stooped and pressed his lips upon the iron where Juliet's hand had lain.

III.--SHOPPING WITH A CHAPERON

"Five hundred dollars," mused Miss Marcy, on the Boston train next morning. "Six rooms--living-room, dining-room, kitchen, and three bedrooms. That's----"

"You forget," warned Anthony Robeson from the seat where he faced Juliet and Mrs. Dingley. "That must cover the outside painting and repairs. You can't figure on having more than three hundred dollars left for the inside."

"Dear me, yes," frowned Juliet. She held Anthony's plan in her hand, and her t