_Old Scars_ In his room Bill Gregg was striding up and down, throwing his hands toward the ceiling.

Now and then he paused to slap Ronicky Doone on the back.
"It's fate, Ronicky," he said, over and over again.

"Thinking of waking up and finding the girl that you've loved and lost standing waiting for you! It's the dead come to life.

I'm the happiest man in the world.
Ronicky, old boy, one of these days I'll be able--" He paused, stopped by the solemnity of Doone's face.

"What's wrong, Ronicky ?" "I don't know," said the other gloomily.