The music recommenced and the dancing proceeded.
Three weeks later that photograph was reproduced as a double-page illustration in one of the prominent pictorial weeklies.
The day the magazine was on the newsstands Dan Dalzell bought a copy.
Entering their quarters with it in his hand he opened it at the illustration and handed it to Dave.
"You and Miss Stevens show up better than any one else, Dave," remarked Dan.
"The photograph is a good piece of work," was Dave's only comment.

He did not wish to express the annoyance he felt when he noted the appearance of intimacy between him and Marian, whose beauty showed, even in this reproduction.

"I'd a bit rather Belle shouldn't see this paper," he admitted to himself.
"David, old boy, this picture would make a good exhibit in a breach-of-promise suit." "That's an unkind remark to make about a fine girl like Miss Stevens," said Dave coldly.
Dan stared, then went off, pondering.
Belle Meade, in her Gridley home, received one day a large, square, thin package.

She saw the mark of the Annapolis express office, and hastily snatched up scissors to cut the string.

Out came a huge photograph.
"A picture of an Annapolis dance! How thoughtful of Dave to send it to me!" Then her eyes fell on two figures around which a ring had been drawn in ink.