"Yes, over the left. It's dead easy too. There's to be a big Christmas party to-night at the Alexanders'. She's invited. I'll see that she goes to it if I have to drag her."
"Good. Don't tell her I'm in town. I want to surprise her."
The General had a man at the morning train who reported Gaston's departure. He was surprised at Sallie's good spirits but attributed it to the magnificent present he had given her that morning of a diamond ring and an exquisite pearl necklace.
He bustled her off to the party that night and congratulated himself on the certainty of his triumph over an aspiring youngster who dared to set his will against his own.
When the festivities had begun, and the children were busy with their fireworks, Sallie strolled along the winding walks of the big lawn. She was chatting with Bob St. Clare about a young man they both knew, and when they reached the corner furthest from the house, under the shadows of a great magnolia with low overhanging boughs she saw the figure of a man.
She smiled into Bob's face, pressed his hand and said,
"Now, Bob you've done all a good friend could do. Go back. I don't need you."
And Bob answered with a smile and left her. In a moment Gaston was by her side with both her hands in his kissing them tenderly.
"Didn't I surprise you, dear?" he softly asked.
"No. Bob denied you were here, but I knew it was a story. I was sure you would never leave without seeing me. You couldn't, could you?"
"Not after what I saw in your eyes last night!" He whispered.
"It seems a century since I've heard your voice," she
