arious parts in the composition of the next great Sunday edition。 In a few brisk sentences he set a complex machine in proper motion。 His men no longer thrilled with admiration at the precision with which he grasped each obligation of the campaign toward a successful edition。 They had grown to accept it as they accepted his hat or his London clothes。 At this time his face was lit with something of the self…contained enthusiasm of a general。 Immediately afterward he arose and reached for his coat and hat。
The office boy； coming circuitously forward； presented him with some cards and also with a scrap of paper upon which was scrawled a long and semicoherent word。 〃 What are these ？ 〃 grumbled Coleman。
〃They are waiting outside；〃 answered the boy； with trepidation。 It was part of the law that the lion of the ante…room should cringe like a cold monkey； more or less； as soon as he was out of his private jungle。 〃Oh； Tallerman；〃 cried the Sunday editor； 〃here's this Arctic man come to arrange about his illustration。 I wish you'd go and talk it over with him。〃 By chance he picked up the scrap of paper with its cryptic word。 〃 Oh；〃 he said； scowling at the office boy。 〃Pity you can't remember that fellow。 If you can't remember faces any better than that you should be a detective。 Get out now and tell him to go to the devil。〃 The wilted slave turned at once； but Coleman hailed him。 〃 Hold on。 Come to think of it； I will see this idiot。 Send him in；〃 he commanded； grimly。
Coleman lapsed into a dream over the sheet of grey note paper。 Presently； a middle…aged man； a palpable German； came hesitatingly into the room and bunted among the desks as unmanageably as a tempest…tossed scow。 Finally he was impatiently towed in the right direction。 He came and stood at Coleman's elbow and waited nervously for the engrossed man to raise his eyes。 It was plain that this interview meant important things to him。 Somehow on his commonplace countenance was to be found the expression of a dreamer； a fashioner of great and absurd projects； a fine； tender fool。 He cast hopeful and reverent glances at the man who was deeply contemplative of the grey note。 He evidently believed himself on the threshold of a triumph of some kind； and he awaited his fruition with a joy that was only made sharper by the usual human suspicion of coming events。
Coleman glanced up at last and saw his visitor。
〃 Oh； it's you； is it ？ 〃 he remarked icily； bending upon the German the stare of a tyrant。 〃So you've come again； have you？ 〃 He wheeled in his chair until he could fully display a contemptuous； merciless smile。 〃Now； Mr。 What's…your…name； you've called here to see me about twenty times already and at last I am going to say something definite about your invention。〃 His listener's face； which had worn for a moment a look of fright and bewilderment； gladdened swiftly to a gratitude that seemed the edge of an outburst of tears。 〃 Yes；〃 continued Coleman； 〃 I am going to say something definite。 I am going to say that it is the most imbecile bit of nonsense that has come within the range of my large newspaper experience。 It is simply the aberration of a rather remarkable lunatic。 It is no good； it is not worth the price of a cheese sandwich。 I understand that its one feat has been to break your leg； if it ever goes off again； persuade it to break your neck。 And now I want you to take this nursery rhyme of yours and get out。 And don't ever come here again。 Do You understand ？ You understand； do you ？〃 He arose and bowed in courteous dismissal。
The German was regarding him with the surprise and horror of a youth shot mortally。 He could not find his tongue for a moment。 Ultimately he gasped ： 〃But； Mister Editor 〃Coleman interrupted him tigerishly。 〃 You heard what I said？ Get out。〃 The man bowed his head and went slowly toward the door。
Coleman placed the little grey note in his breast pocket。 He took his hat and top coat； and evading the dismal band by a shameless manoeuvre； passed through the halls to the entrance to the elevator shaft。 He heard a movement behind him and saw that the German was also waiting for the elevator。 Standing in the gloom of the corridor； Coleman felt the mournful owlish eyes of the German resting upon him。 He took a case from his pocket and elaborately lit a cigarette。 Suddenly there was a flash of light and a cage of bronze； gilt and steel dropped； magically from above。 Coleman yelled： 〃 Down！〃 A door flew open。 Coleman； followed by the German； stepped upon the elevator。 〃 Well； Johnnie；〃 he said cheerfully to the lad who operated this machine； 〃is business good？〃 〃Yes； sir； pretty good；〃 answered the boy； grinning。 The little cage sank swiftly； floor after floor seemed to be rising with marvellous speed； the whole building was winging straight into the sky。 There were soaring lights； figures and the opalescent glow of ground glass doors marked with black inscriptions。 Other lifts were springing heavenward。 All the lofty corridors rang with cries。 〃 Up！ 〃 Down！ 〃 〃 Down！ 〃 〃 Up！ 〃 The boy's hand grasped a lever and his machine obeyed his lightest movement with sometimes an unbalancing swiftness。
Coleman discoursed briskly to the youthful attendant。 Once he turned and regarded with a quick stare of insolent annoyance the despairing countenance of the German whose eyes had never left him。 When the elevator arrived at the ground floor； Coleman departed with the outraged air of a man who for a time had been compelled to occupy a cell in company with a harmless spectre。
He walked quickly away。 Opposite a corner of the City Hall he was impelled to look behind him。 Through the hordes of people with cable cars marching like panoplied elephants； he was able to distinguish the German； motionless and gazing after him。 Coleman laughed。 〃 That's a comic old boy；〃 he said； to himself。
In the grill…room of a Broadway hotel he was obliged to wait some minutes for the fulfillment of his orders and he spent the time in reading and studying the little grey note。 When his luncheon was served he ate with an expression of morose dignity。
CHAPTER IV。
MARJORY paused again at her father's door。 After hesitating in the original way she entered the library。 Her father almost represented an emblematic figure； seated upon a column of books。 〃 Well；〃 he cried。 Then； seeing it was Marjory； he changed his tone。 〃 Ah； under the circumstances； my dear； I admit your privilege of interrupting me at any hour of the day。 You have important business with me。〃 His manner was satanically indulgent。
The girl fingered a book。 She turned the leaves in absolute semblance of a person reading。 〃Rufus Coleman called。〃
〃Indeed；〃 said the professor。
〃And I've come to you； father； before seeing him。〃
The professor was silent for a time。 〃 Well； Marjory；〃 he said at last； 〃what do you want me to say？〃 He spoke very deliberately。 〃 I am sure this is a singular situation。 Here appears the man I formally forbid you to marry。 I am sure I do not know what I am to say。〃
〃 I wish to see him；〃 said the girl。
〃You wish to see him？〃 enquired the professor。 〃You wish to see him 〃 Marjory； I may as well tell you now that with all the books and plays I've read； I really don't know how the obdurate father should conduct himself。 He is always pictured as an exceedingly dense gentleman with white whiskers； who does all the unintelligent things in the plot。 You and I are going to play no drama； are we； Marjory？ I admit that I have white whiskers； and I am an obdurate father。 I am； as you well may say； a very obdurate father。 You are not to marry Rufus Coleman。 You understand the rest of the matter。 He is here ； you want to see him。 What will you say to him when you see him？ 〃
〃 I will say that you refuse to let me marry him； father and…〃 She hesitated a moment before she lifted her eyes fully and formidably to her father's face。 〃 And that I shall marry him anyhow。〃
The professor did not cavort when this statement came from his daughter。 He nodded and then passed into a period of reflection。 Finally he asked： 〃But when？ That is the point。 When？〃
The girl made a sad gesture。 〃I don't know。 I don't know。 Perhaps when you come to know Rufus better…〃
〃 Know him better。 Know that rapscallion better？ Why； I know him much better than he knows himself。 I know him too well。 Do you think I am talking offhand about this affair？ Do you think I am talking without proper information？〃
Marjory made no reply。
〃Well；〃 said the professor； 〃you may see Coleman on condition that you inform him at once that I forbid your marriage to him。 I don't understand at all how to manage these situations。 I don't know what to do。 I suppose I should go myself and…No； you can't see him； Majory。〃
Still the girl made no reply。 Her head sank forward and she breathed a trifle heavily。 〃Marjory；〃 cried the professor； it is impossible that you should think so much of this man。〃 He arose and went to his daughter。 〃 Marjory； many wise children have been guided by foolish fathers； but we both suspect that no foolish child has ever been guided by a wise father。 Let us change it。 I present myself to you as a wise father。 Follow my wishes in this affair and you will be at least happier than if y