VENGEANCE OF THE PI RHO NU
"GRACIOUS! It's perfectly wonderful! Why, you've told me things no one has ever known about me." The young woman gazed at Astro with her deep brown eyes—eyes that bespoke feeling rather than intellect.
Then she drew a long breath, as if seeking courage to speak. "There's one thing I'd like to know if you can tell me," she added anxiously, "shall I be married soon?"
Astro leaned back into the shadow and contemplated his client. She was young, vivid, temperamental, and decidedly pretty. But he looked in vain for evidences of a sense of humor. Her level eyebrows were too delicately straight for that. Her lips curved deliciously, but not with whimsicality. There was no doubt about it, Miss Pauline Wister was a bromide; and he must act accordingly.
"Very soon," he answered.
She drew a sigh of relief, and he felt her clasp on his hands relax. "I've been worrying a little," she confessed.
It was evident that she was willing to talk, and Astro waited a moment without answering, bending in closer scrutiny over her palm. He finally put down
