the bedroom window. He stirred excitedly as, after a long wait, the light of this window suddenly brightened as someone turned on the electrics within. Mrs. Markyn came to the window, stood an instant looking out at the sky, and then pulled down the shade. He breathed deeply. Whatever it was within himself that had been tormenting him had been quieted. He no longer felt tired, and as he moved away he skipped from edge to edge of the sidewalk, and made spirited attacks on imaginary enemies lying in wait for him.
It would not do, he decided, to come near the house by daylight, but he could come here and perhaps obtain these glimpses of her in the dark.
He came on the next two nights, but did not see her. Was it because she had gone out somewhere before he got there? On the succeeding afternoon he walked out along the shore of the lake to be on hand as soon as it got dark. The children's bathing beach penned in the curve of the concrete esplanade along the lake beside the Lake Shore Drive was crowded with little figures. He moved on past them to the end
