SYMPATHY AND ADVICE Every bit of color was swept from Jack's face, save the black of his lashes and eyebrows and the brown of his eyes that looked at her in startled self-betrayal.

He saw the consternation flash into her face when she first understood how truly her random shot had hit the mark, and he dropped upon the bench by the doorway and buried his face in his shaking hands.

But youth does not suffer without making some struggle against the pain.

Suddenly he lifted his head and looked at her with passionate resentment.
"Well, why don't you run and tell ?" he cried harshly.

"There's the telephone in there.