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Not that her husband had made many moves, or wanted to, in these last few months. But now strangely he was bent on what seemed to her a great effort, though she knew little of the details of his pla ns. “Hurt him—to go in to a small dinner at 8age Pier pont’s? I’m delighted that he ■wants to go. What if it should tire him, Sally dear? Better to suffer a little setback than live the drab life he lives now, with out a break in the monotony. Let him go.” “He will go, anyway. I’ve sent in for his dress clothes and he’s been trying on his dinner coat. It’s—oh, frightfully loose over the back and shoulders. I didn’t know how much weight he’d lost till I saw that. And there’s no time to have it al tered.” “What of it? The pleasure of being among people again, if only for an evening, will fill him out to fit it.” “Rich!” Sally bit her lip. ”1 want you to admit that Schuy’s forgotten himself of late. He’s not, self-centered now—not as he was, nor as you think him all the time. He spends hours with Bob and Barbara. And how he’s deep in some plan with Mr. Pierpont that he won’t tell even me about, ex cept the merest outlines. He says he wants me to get the full value of the surprise of it. 'And yet, with it all. Rich—oh, it doesn’t mean improvement— not physical improvement. Tf I could only think that! But his poor eyes—” “I know. But, Sally, you should he thankful for any thing that takes him out of himself for a time. That’s why I say give him his head, even though he tires himself out and has to pay for it. He’s like— well—lie’s like a soldier who’s going up to the front soon, and has a week's leave beforehand. Let him make the most of it— it will give him something to think about when lie’s in the trenches—waiting.” “Oh, Rich—a simile like that—” “It s a true one, my dear— why hesitate to use it T And you must remember that some fighting men eome back from the trenches.” She turned away, and he looked pityingly after her. He knew she fully understood how hopeless was Schuyler’s ease, as far as human knowledge could foresee. And he knew also that nothing could be of the comfort to her in days to eome as would the memories of her husband’s having advanced bravely to meet his fate. Fiske did admit—he had to, as she had begged him to—that since thn shock of Rob’s accident Schuyler had seemed to eome to himself, to be trying as he hadn’t tried before to be mas ter of himself. Fiske really was deeply curious to know what it was that Schuyler had been plan ning with Sage Pierpont, in the several conferences the two had had together. Pierpont’s first visit, made at Schuyler’s renuest. had bv chance coincid ed with one of Fiske’s own. He had seen the important man go into Schuyler’s presence with an impassive face, his manner polite but none too warm. TTe Spain’s Dictator Is Lively Verax in Revue d-s Deux Mondes, Paris Primo de Rivera ran ' dines alone and accepts invitation willingly. He Is a delightful gues* Always in good spirits, he eats h ’ rtily, drinks freely and smokes a r at deal. The biveest Havana clga.; do not in timidate him. In the evening in the drawing room he is pleasant -’id interested In the ladies, who sc n not Insen sible to his charm \t all events he apparently forgot- his daytime anxieties completely. Tils day, how ever. la not yet over, and he works had soon him come out smiling, and if not quite rubbing his hands with satisfaction, at least showing that he was im mensely pleased over some thing. When the dinner invi tation had come to Dr. Richard Fiske from Mr. Sage Pierpont a few days later, it had stated that the small affair was given in honor of Dr. Schuyler Chase. Impossible not to wonder a little over that. Schuyler had sent for his chief trustee to suggest a dinner in his own honor? Unthinkable, even to one who had long thought cyn ically of the ways of public men to get themselves adver tised. No, something of more significance than that w*as on foot. Fiske determined that he would permit no professional engagement, of whatever im portance. lo detain him from that dinner. Jo, you look simply lovely. I’ve never seen you in white before—such artful white, my dear!” “Do you like it, Mrs. Chase! I'm so glad. I knew I must have one or two such frocks to use for college dinners and dances—the faculty do dance, you know, if anybody’s good enough to take them out! So I bought this in the twinkling of an eve, yesterday, as I came through town. And it’s so nice to christen it on my very last evening with you. and at this dinner for Doctor Chase.” “Don’t mention it’s being your last evening, Josephine Jenney.” Sally Chase shook her head with a gesture of keen regret. “What are we to do without you—” “But we’re going to be very gay tonight, aren't weT An«3 here’s Doctor Chase, looking like a beau cavalier! It’s such fun for us all to be so festive, after having lived in fustian, so to speak, all summer.” Both young women turned to meet the tall, slim, black-clad figure which had come into the room. Schuyler’s shoulders, in the dinner coat, were straighter than usual; his head was up, a smile was on his lips. Except for the black glasses he looked to Sally more like his old self than she had seen him for many months. She knew the excitement sustained him, lent a hint of color to his pale face, so that he didn’t seem the invalid he was. A waive of in consistent hope-the sudden feeling that a miracle might happen and he might recover after all, if not his eyesight at least his general health surged into her loyal heart. Anyhow, let her take this eve lung ns a gift of the pods—no, as a gift of tlio Cod. Not “lot ns eat, drink and bo niorry for tomorrow wo die,” as she bad boon foolinp it. “For tomor row wo live” was a better eountarsipn. She would keep it in ber heart, and be ns pay as Jo had said. “Yes—away with fustian for tonipht!” Sehuyler apreed. “If I’d known how pottinp into a dross shirt would inspire me with a desire for going out to dinner I’d have worn one un der my dressing gown all sum mer. Where’s Maekav? FJe ought to be here. Sally, you look like an angel in that pea eh-blow gown. Miss Jen ney, hasn’t my wife the most beautiful nook and shoulders you ever sav?” “Oh. hush!” But Sally smiled as Sehuyler came over to her and stooped to kiss her. She could feel his eyes strain ing through the black glasses to see clearly the beatify which the charming dinner gown ex quisitely set off. “Site has. You’re a pictur esque pair, and I’m proud to be in your eomnany tonight. And here’s Mr. Maekav—that’s his knock, of course.” on until late at night after he has i returned to the ministry of war. Ho lives there, for he is a widower; and his simple room would hardly satisfy some of his lieutenants. He / and his friend and companion-at- ' arms, the duke of Tetuan, minister of war, keep house together. Each j has retained his former orderly. One of the soldiers acts as housekeeper | for the two generals, and the other s^ves as cook on occasions when U,i