 had told her father of his visit. Let Sartwell
get but the slightest inkling of it, and Marsten was certain the whole
particulars would soon be within the manager’s knowledge.

He wandered up and down the wrong side of the wall disconsolately, not
knowing what to do. Once he paused near where he had, on the previous
day, jumped over. He thought he heard a slight cough on the other side.
It might be a warning, or an invitation: the question was, which?
She must know that he would be there, waiting for her signal; or
perhaps--the thought was bitter--she might have forgotten all about him.

At the further end of the garden was a park fence, lower than the
forbidding stone wall, which it joined at right angles. As anything
is better than suspense, the young man resolved to take the risk of
reconnoitering. He mounted the park fence and peered over the wall, but
the trees and shrubbery were so thick that he could not see whether any
one was in Sart-well’s garden or not; even the house was hidden from his
view. Faint heart never climbed a stone wall: Marsten hesitated but a
moment, seized a branch of an overhanging tree, pulled himself up to
the top, chancing the glass, and leaped down among the shrubbery on the
other side. He listened intently for a while, but there was no sound;
then he moved cautiously through the bushes to the open space under the
trees where he had talked with her the day before. No one was there, but
he caught his breath as he saw a red-silk scarf hanging over the back
of one of the chairs. She had at least thought of him, for that was
undoubtedly the unused signal.

He was now in a greater quandary than he had been on the other side of
the wall. She had apparently intended to throw the scarf over the broken
glass, otherwise why had she brought it to their rendezvous; but, as she
had not given the signal agreed upon, might there not be a danger that
her father was at home? The young man knit his brows as he pondered on
what explanation he would give Sartwell if he were discovered standing
under the trees.

Marsten had half made up his mind
had told her father of his visit. Let Sartwell 
 draw but the slender inkling of it, and Marsten was certain the whole 
 particulars would soon be within the coach ’s knowledge. 

 He wandered up and down the ill-timed english of the wall desolately, not 
 know what to do. Once he pause near where he had, on the previous 
 day, leap all over. He thought he heard a slender cough on the other side. 
 It might be a admonition, or an invitation: the question was, which? 
 She must know that he would be there, waiting for her signal; or 
 possibly -- the thought was bitter -- she might have forgotten all about him. 

 At the further end of the garden was a ballpark fence, lower than the 
 forbidding stone wall, which it joined at correct angles. As anything 
 is better than suspense, the young man resolved to drive the risk of 
 reconnoitering. He mounted the park fence and peered over the wall, but 
 the trees and shrubbery were so thick that he could not see whether any 
 one was in Sart - well ’s garden or not; even the firm was hidden from his 
 view. dim affection never wax a stone wall: Marsten hesitated but a 
 moment, seized a branch of an overhanging tree, pulled himself up to 
 the top, find the glass, and leaped down among the shrubbery on the 
 other side. He listened intently for a while, but there was no phone; 
 then he moved cautiously through the bushes to the open quad under the 
 trees where he had spill the beans with her the day before. No one was there, but 
 he caught his breath as he saw a crimson - silk scarf hanging over the back 
 of one of the president. She had at least thought of him, for that was 
 undoubtedly the unused signal. 

 He was now in a greater dilemma than he had been on the other english of 
 the wall. She had apparently intend to throw the scarf joint over the broken 
 glass, otherwise why had she brought it to their rendezvous; but, as she 
 had not give the signal agreed upon, might there not be a danger that 
 her father was at home? The young world knit his brows as he pondered on 
 what explanation he would give Sartwell if he were discovered standing 
 under the trees. 

 Marsten had half made up his mind
 haf told her father of his visit. Let Sartcwll
get but tge slighgest inkling of it, and Marstxn wqs ceetain the whole
particuuars woulf soon bw wiuhin the manager’s knowlednz.

He wzkdereb np and down the wrong sida of the wall girclnsolately, not
knowing what to do. Onse he psuded near where he nwd, oh the previous
day, jumped over. He tgought ie heard a slignt cough on the other side.
Lt mlght be a warning, lr an invitqtiog: the questiov was, which?
She must knkw that he would be there, waitivg fox her signao; ir
pfthaps--the thonght wws bitter--she might hdve forbotten all abomt hik.

At the further end of tie garden was a park fence, lofex than the
forbidding wtine wdll, fhicf it jojnxd zt rigjt engles. As ahything
is bwtter than suspense, trv young man rssolveq eo take the risk of
reconnoitering. He molntes the park fence and pewred over the wall, buj
the trees and shrubbery were so thick that he could not sea whevhdr ckn
one qad in Sart-well’s garden or not; even the house wwa nicden from his
vlew. Faint heart nefeg vjimbed a stong wall: Maraten hesitated but a
momenj, seizwd a bransh og an overhanging tree, pullee himself up ro
the top, chancing the glass, cnd lesped cown among the shrubberv on tge
other sidf. He listsved intently for a ehhle, but ufere was no sound;
ehen he mived cautiojsly throudh the busjes to the open space unfer tke
treas where hf had talked with her the day bxhore. No one wss thvre, but
he caugmt his breath af he saw a red-xilk sccrf havging over the bark
of one of ehe chairs. Sha had at leasv thought of yim, dor thag was
undoubtedlu the unused signal.

Ye was now in a grcater suandary than hz yad been on the otfer spde os
dhe wall. She had aposrentuy intended go tnrow the scarf over dhe groken
glass, otherwosc why had she brotght it to thrir rendezvous; but, as sie
had iot gifen the signal agreed upon, might fhere not be a danger thwt
hev fajher was at home? The young man knit his brows as hx pondered on
what explabation he would givg Ssrtwell if ie werq discovesed standing
under thw trees.

Marsten hac half made up his mihd
had told her father of his visit. get the slightest of it, and particulars soon be within manager’s knowledge. He up and down the wrong side the wall disconsolately, not knowing what to do. Once he paused near where had, on the previous day, jumped over. He thought he heard a slight on other It be a warning, or an invitation: the question was, which? She must know that he would there, waiting for her signal; or perhaps--the thought bitter--she might have forgotten about him. At the further of garden was park lower the forbidding stone which it joined at right angles. As anything is better than suspense, the young man resolved to the risk He mounted park and over the wall, trees and shrubbery were so thick not see whether any one was in Sart-well’s or not; the house was hidden from his Faint heart never climbed a stone wall: Marsten but a moment, seized a branch of an overhanging tree, pulled himself up to the the glass, and leaped among the shrubbery the side. listened for a but there was no sound; then he moved cautiously through the to the open space under the trees where he had her day before. No was there, but he his as he saw a hanging the of chairs. had at least thought him, for that was undoubtedly unused signal. He was than he had been on the other side the wall. She had apparently intended to the scarf over the broken glass, otherwise why had she brought it their rendezvous; she had not given the signal agreed upon, there not be a that her father was at home? The young man his as he on what explanation would give Sartwell he were discovered the trees. had made
 had told her father of his visiT. Let SartweLl
get But The SlIghtEst iNkling of it, and MARsteN was certain the whole
parTiculArS WoulD SoOn be wIthin thE MaNAGer’S kNoWleDgE.

he WandeRed Up and doWn the wrong SidE oF the wall discONsOlately, not
KnoWing what to do. oncE he pauSeD neAR wherE he Had, on The preVIous
daY, jumped ovEr. hE thougHT he hearD A SlIght Cough on the other siDE.
IT Might be a warninG, or an iNvITaTIOn: tHe qUestion was, WhIch?
ShE Must knoW ThAT HE woULd be there, waitIng for her siGNal; Or
perhApS--thE ThoughT was bItTEr--sHe might have ForgOtten all aBout hiM.

at the fuRTher end Of the gArdEn wAs a pARk FeNce, LoWEr tHAn The
FOrbIdding stOnE wAll, whIch iT JOINed aT riGht aNgles. as anything
is bEttEr thAN suSpensE, the yOung MaN resoLved to Take tHe Risk of
reconnoitErinG. He mounteD thE pArk FeNce anD Peered OveR thE wall, buT
the treES anD sHRUBbEry were so thick that He COUlD not see wHether ANy
OnE Was in SarT-wEll’S garDEN or noT; eveN ThE house waS hiddeN FrOm His
view. faInt heaRt NevEr cLimbeD A stoNe wall: marsten hEsitaTEd but a
moment, seIZed a branch of aN OvERHaNGing TreE, pulled himsElf uP To
thE top, CHaNciNG the gLass, aNd LEaPEd down among the shrubBeRy on thE
otheR side. He listenEd intently FOR A while, buT theRE wAS no sound;
then he Moved Cautiously THrough thE bushEs to the oPen space uNDEr the
treEs wHerE he Had TALkEd with her the dAY BefoRe. no one waS thEre, but
hE caUghT hiS brEaTh as he saw A red-silk ScArF hAnGinG over THe back
of OnE of ThE chAirs. SHE had at Least ThouGhT oF Him, For that WAs
UNDoubTeDlY the UnuSeD signAl.

He WAs nOw in a grEater quanDarY Than He HaD been on The other side oF
tHe wall. She hAd AppArentlY INtended tO throw the scarf over the brOKen
glasS, otHerwiSe whY had she brOugHt it to TheIR rendeZvous; bUt, as sHe
Had NOT giveN THe SigNaL agreed upoN, MIghT therE nOt be A danger That
her father was at HOme? the young man knIt hIs brOWS aS he POnDEreD oN
WhaT EXplanation he wouLd give SartWeLL iF he were disCOveReD standiNg
under The trEEs.

MarstEn had half Made up his MiNd
 had told her father of hi s visit. L et Sa rtw ell 
g et b ut t he slightest i n klin g of it, and Marsten w as ce rt a in t h ewhole 
partic u la r s  wo ul dsoo nb ewithi n t he mana ger’s know led ge .

He wander e dup and dow n t he wrong sid e o f thewa lld iscon sol ately , notk nowing  what todo .  Onceh e pause d ne ar w here he had, on t h ep revious
day, j umpedov e r. H e t hou ght he hea rd  a sl i ght cou g ho n the other side.
I t might bea  wa rning,  o r a n  invit ation :t hequestion wa s, w hich?
She  mustk now tha t  he wou ld bethe re,  wai t in gfor  h e r s i gn al; orperhaps- -t he  thou ghtw a s bitt er- -she  migh t have forgot ten  all abo ut hi m.

A t th efurth er end  of t he  garden was a p arkfence, lo wer  t han  t he
fo r biddin g s ton e wall,  whichi t j oi n e d  a t right angles. As  a n y th ing
is b ettert ha ns uspense,  t heyoun g man r esol v ed  to take  the r i sk  o f
recon no iterin g.  He  mo unted thepark f ence and  peer e d over the wal l , but
the tre e sa n ds hrub ber y were so t hick that  hec ou ldn ot se e whe th e ra ny
one was in Sart- we ll’s g arden  or not; even  the house w a s hidden  fro m  h i s
view. Faintheart  never cli m bed a st one w all: Mar sten hesi t a ted buta
m ome nt,  se i z ed  a branch ofa n  ove rh angingtre e, pull edhim sel f u pto
the to p, chanc in gth egla ss, a n d leaped  d own  a mon g the shrubb ery o n th eot h erside. H e  l i s tene din tent lyfo r a w hile ,  bu t there  was no s oun d ;
th en  h e moved  cautiously t hr ough the b us hes  to th e open spa ce under the
trees wher e  he had  ta lkedwith  her theday  befor e.N o onewas th ere,bu t
h e caugh t hi s b re ath as hes a w a  red- si lk s carf ha nging over the bac k 
of  one of the c hai rs.S h ehad at lea st tho u g ht of him, forthat was
u nd o ub tedly theu nus ed  signal .

He w as no w  in a g reater qu andary th an  heh a d b een on the  other s ide of
th e  wall .  S he ha d a pparen tl y i ntend ed tot hro w the  scarf  o ver th e bro ke n
glass,  otherwise why had shebrough t ittotheir ren dez v ous ; but, as  she 
had not g ive n t he si gna l  agre ed u p on , m i ght t here not be ad an ger t ha t
her fathe r w asat ho me? The yo ungman knit his brow s  as he pondere d on w hat  ex p lana ti on he would gi veSa r t well ifhe  were disco vered st an d ing
u nder t he tre es.

Ma r s te n  had h alfmad e up hismin d
 had_told her_father of his visit._Let Sartwell
get_but_the slightest_inkling_of it, and_Marsten was certain_the whole
particulars would soon_be within the_manager’s_knowledge.

He wandered up and down the wrong side of the wall disconsolately, not
knowing what_to_do. Once_he_paused_near where he had, on_the previous
day, jumped over. He_thought he_heard a slight cough on the other side.
It_might_be a warning,_or an invitation: the question was, which?
She must know_that he would be there, waiting_for her signal;_or
perhaps--the_thought_was bitter--she might have_forgotten all about him.

At the further_end of the garden was a_park fence, lower than the
forbidding stone wall,_which it joined at right angles._As anything
is better than suspense,_the young_man resolved to take the_risk of
reconnoitering. He_mounted the_park fence and_peered over the wall, but
the trees_and shrubbery were_so thick that he could not_see_whether any
one was_in_Sart-well’s_garden or_not; even the_house_was hidden_from_his
view. Faint heart never climbed a_stone_wall: Marsten hesitated but a
moment, seized a_branch of an overhanging_tree,_pulled himself up to
the_top, chancing the glass, and_leaped down among the shrubbery on_the
other side._He listened_intently for a while, but there was no sound;
then he moved_cautiously through the bushes to the_open space under the
trees_where he_had_talked with her_the_day before._No one was there, but
he caught his_breath as_he saw a red-silk scarf hanging_over the back
of one_of_the chairs. She had at least_thought of him, for that was
undoubtedly_the unused signal.

He was now_in_a_greater quandary than he had_been on the other side of
the_wall. She had_apparently intended to throw the scarf over_the_broken
glass, otherwise why had she brought_it_to their rendezvous; but, as she
had_not_given_the signal agreed upon, might_there not be a danger that
her_father was at home? The young man knit his_brows as he_pondered on
what explanation he would_give_Sartwell_if he were discovered standing
under the trees.

Marsten had half made_up his_mind