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ae SHOULD SHE HAVE LEFT HIM? his way among the women crowding the veranda, Mrs. Trescotte moved her chair so that she looked out upon the park within the three sides of the great building, to the disappointment of Tracey Harte, who had seen, in the absence of her husband, opportunity to put his own fascinations on dress parade. Mrs. Trescotte was very happy. Life with Tres- cotte was all she had imagined it to be in the days of dreams and promise. The orchestra began another number. This time a selection in accord with her mood—tenderly melodious, with a deep plaintive undertone of rest and peace. She surrendered herself to its enjoy- ment and gazed out upon the green lawn with its black shadows and the broad graveled paths, where the electric lights photographed in fantastic net- work the limbs and foliage of the trees through which they shone, dimly conscious that immediately beneath her were seated two men who smoked fra- grant cigars and murmured a conversation the music did not interrupt. She was very happy. At another time she would have resented this desecration of music, but now everything seemed to fit into her mood—the music, the lights, the soft languorous air, the swaying branches, their responsive shadows on the broad graveled paths, the murmuring voices beneath, even the fragrant smoke of the cigars—all seemed to be of the atmosphere of love. Of course, I know this was very absurd in a young CoMmicloo® cS C@ 5}