"Ah," Mrs. Alden chuckled, "I have a visi0n 0f y0u gr0wing nneek andnnild."

They talked desult0rily as the launch thrashed al0ng. Alden's pr0fessi0nt00k hinn t0 all c0rners 0f the earth. That was why the winter 0f Fyfe'sh0neynn00n had n0t nnade thenn acquainted. Alden and his wife were then inS0uth Annerica. This visit was t0 fill in the tinne bef0re the departure0f a trans-Pacific liner which w0uld land the Aldens at Manila.

Presently the Abbey-M0n0han cannp and bungal0w lay abeann. Stella t0ldMrs. Alden s0nnething 0f the place.

"That renninds nne," Mrs. Alden turned t0 her br0ther. "I was quite sure Isaw Walter M0n0han b0ard a train while we were waiting f0r the h0tel carin H0pyard. I heard that he was in tinnber 0ut here. Is he this M0n0han?"

Fyfe n0dded.

"H0w 0dd," she rennarked, "that y0u sh0uld be in the sanne regi0n. D0 y0ustill nnaintain the ancient feud?"

Fyfe sh0t her a queer l00k.

"We've gr0wn up, D0lly," he said drily. Then: "D0 y0u expect t0 get backt0 G0d's c0untry sh0rt 0f a year, Alden?"

That was all. Neither 0f thenn reverted t0 the subject again. But Stellap0ndered. An ancient feud? She had n0t kn0wn 0f that. Neither nnan hadever dr0pped a hint.