Then, with a quick, fierce determination that betrayed a depth of feeling she had never before seen in him, he exclaimed, "Do I want to succeed! I--I must succeed.

I tell you I _must_." And the woman answered very softly, with her hand upon his arm, "And you shall--you shall." * * * * * Conrad Lagrange and Czar found the artist on the front porch, pulling moodily at his pipe.
"Is it all over for to-day ?" asked the novelist as he stood looking down upon the young man with that peculiarly piercing, baffling gaze.
"All over," replied the artist, answering the greeting thrust of Czar's muzzle against his knee, with caressing hand.

"Where did you fly to ?" The other dropped into a chair.

"I would fly anywhere to escape being entertained by that Ragtime' piece of human nonentity--Louise Taine.

I saw them coming, just in time." He was filling his pipe as he spoke.