made her slip on the Brooklyn side in safety, then he turned.
"Well, young man," he said. "You had better come up and dine with us to-night. I am not going to say any more just now."
This ended the interview.
Four months later the society columns of one of the morning papers gave this interesting bit of information. It was true, all but the sentence that referred to Newton Wilberforce Hart's worldly possessions. It ran thus:
"Miss Madge Hollingworth, who was introduced into society some three or four years ago, is to be married from her father's country place at Hilltop next Thursday. The prospective bridegroom, Mr. Newton Wilberforce Hart, is a wealthy young Westerner, the vice-president of a large phosphate company in the South. He is a Princetonian, and his name is well-known to all those who have followed football matters for the last three years. He was only graduated this spring."
Then followed the names of the bridesmaids, and a little "fine writing," but the name of
