LOVE'S DOUBTS Gretchen, troubled in heart and mind over the strange event of the night, walked slowly home, her head inclined, her arms swinging listlessly at her side.

A spy, this man to whom she had joyously given the flower of her heart and soul?
There was some mistake; there must be some mistake.

She shivered; for the word spy carried with it all there was in deceit, treachery, cunning.

In war time she knew that spies were necessary, that brave men took perilous hazards, without reward, without renown; but in times of peace nothing but opprobrium covered the word.

A political scavenger, the man she loved?
No; there was some mistake.