ply in to-morrow's Star, Valeska. Perhaps they can manage it themselves."
This was all she could get out of the Master of Mysteries that day; but she knew from his silent contemplation that he had not stopped thinking the matter over. She herself puzzled her wits as to how Ruth had communicated with her lover, until she had to give it up. She knew that if she waited Astro would solve that mystery, if indeed he had not already found it out.
She came into the studio next morning excitedly. "Oh! isn't it awful?" were her first words. She held the morning Star out to him, with an anxious look.
Astro smiled and pointed to another copy which lay on his great table where his astrological charts were spread out. "It's only a lover's quarrel, I think. He's a little jealous of that Sherman Fuller, I imagine."
"Well, that's enough. I should think Chester would be wild!"
"Well," said Astro, yawning, "I'm glad he made one jump out of the Psalms, anyway. I was getting tired of that number nineteen. Job is a good place for a jealous man to look. You'd better add his remarks to our list."
Valeska, therefore, wrote down the following texts, which she had drawn from the advertisement of that morning's paper:
Chester
"'I prevented the dawning of the morning, and cried: I hoped in thy word. (Ps. 119:147.)
