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and with utmost truth --that Miss Weir was capable stenographer.
 But when Saturday evening rclenScd Miss Hazel Weir from the plain brick office building, she became, until she dOnned her working clothes at ' q. m Monday morning. quite q different sort of a person. In other words she chucked the plain shirtwaist and the plain skirt into the discard, get into such a dress as normal girl of twenty-two delights to put on. and de voted half an hour or so to "dOing" her hair Miss Weir then tecame an entity at which few persons of either sex failed to take a second glance.
 Upon n certain Saturday night Miss Weir came home from ar informal little party escorted by a young man. They stopped at the front gate.
 "I'll be here at ten sharp" said he. And you get good beauty sleep tonight, Hazel. That confounded of fleet I hate to think of you drudging away at 1t. I wish we were ready to-"
 "Oh. bother the office!" she replied lightly. Anyway, I don't mind. It doesn't tire me. will be ready at ten this time. Good night, dear"
 Good night, Hazie," he whispered. Here's kiss to dream on."
 Miss Weir broke away from him laughingly, ran along the path, and up the steps. kissed her finger tips to the lingering figure by the gute, and went In.
 "Bed." she soliloquized. "is the place for me right quickly If I'm going to be up and dressed and have that lunch ready by ten o'clock. I wish I weren't such a sleepyhead-or else that |. weren't pore wurrkin' gurl.'"
 At which last conceit she laughed softly. Because, for a pore wurrkin' gurl." Miss Weir was fairly we'll con- tent with her lot. She had no one de- pendent on her-a state of affairs which, If 1t occasionally leads to lone Illness. has its compensations. Her salary as a stenographer amply cov-' cred her living expenses, and even per mitted her to put by al few dollars monthly. She had grown up in Gran yille. She had her own circle of friends. So that she was comfortable, even happy. in the present-and Jack Barrow proposed to settle the prob lem of her future; with youths op- tinisrn. they two considered 1t already settled. Six months more, and there was to be a wedding. a three-weeks' honeymoon, and final settling down ir a little cottage on the West side; everybody in Granville who amounted to anything lived on the West side. Then she would have nothing to do but make the home nest cozy. while ackikept pace with a real-estate busi- ness that was growing beyond his most sanguine expectations.
 She kissed her finger tips to him again across the rooftops all grimed with q winters soot, and within If teen minutes Miss Weir vas sound asleep.
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 She gave the lie, for once, to the say ing that a womanis never ready at the appointed time, by being on the steps appeared. They walked to the corner and caught a car, and in the span of half an hour got off at Granville park.
 The city fathers, hampered in days gone by with lack of municipal funds, had left the two-hundred-acre square of the park pretty much as nature made 1t; that Is to say, there was no ornate parking. no attempt at land scape gardening. Grarvil;e p@,!< was bit of the old Ontario woodland. and as such afforded d pleasant place to loaf in the summer months.
 When Jack Barrow and Hazel had finished their lunch under the trees, in company with little group of their acouaintances, Hazel gathered scraps of bread and cake into paper bag.
 Barrow whispered to her: Lets go down and feed the swans. I'd just as soon be away from the crowd"
 She nodded assent, and they depart ed hastily lest some of the others should volunteer their company. It took but a short time to reach the pond. They found a log close to the waters edge, and. taking seat there, tossed morsels to the birds and chat tered to each other.
 'Look," she said suddenly; There's one of my esteemed employers, if you please. Youll notice that he's walking ! and looking at things just like us or. dirary, everyday mortals."
 Barrow glanced past her, and saw a rather tall, midGle-aged man, his hair tinged with gray, a fine-looking man dressed with exceeding nicety, even to a flower In his coat lapel. walking slowly along the path that bordered the pond.
 His gaze wandered to them. and the cnnl .zueIl-hred StnrA ornfnnllu unva