The Thoughts of Youth

phatically, darting a keen side glance at his friend. “ I noticed her most particu— larly and critically—for someone whis— pered her name behind me and coupled it with the exceedingly interesting informa— tion that Miss Campion was supposed to be the future Mrs. Eric Marshall. Where- upon I stared at her with all my eyes.”

“ There is no truth in that report,” said Eric in a tone of annoyance. “Agnes and I are the best of friends and nothing more. I like and admire her more than any woman I know; but if the future Mrs. Eric Marshall exists in the flesh I haven’t met her yet. I haven’t even started out to look for her—and don’t in- tend to for some years to come. I have something else to think of,” he concluded, in a tone of contempt, for which anyone might have known he would be punished sometime if Cupid were not deaf as well as blind.

“You’ll meet the lady of the future some day,” said David dryly. “ And in

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