"You may see her tonight," said Mrs. Sterling to
her son Gilbert.
"When does she arrive"
"At six-twenty this afternoon. They say, son, she
"From what point of the compass does the lovely
paragon come" asked Sterling with a smile.
"She has just graduated from some college in the
North. Her father and mother went to be wNith her in
the closing exercises and will bring her home today."
The subject of this conversation was Dorothy Page,
whose palatial home was next door to the home of the
Sterlings. The two families had become friends as
well as neighbors.
"Come over this evening, Sterling, and help re to
celebrate the arrival of the family," called out Roland
Page from his porch.
At half past eight o'clock, as he entered the library
of the Page home, he looked upon what seemed to
hirm the most beautiful girl his imagination had ever
pictured. He knew in a moment that he was a cap-