Mr. Achilles

heads, the bit of folded tissue, the laughing, eager tones, the look in Miss Stone's

sprang to her feet. "Mother-dear! It is

fer her hand. She had intended to be distant and kind. But when the man

ending above it. "It is an h

othes, the clean linen, the slender feet of the man. Favour was not what she had meant to say-pr

d's curls-a safe, unrumpled touch. "Her visit to you has enchanted he

man and the ch

uld be willing to tell som

ed to her-a

, such as you told the child. We should be very grateful to

. "I speak-yes-I like always-to

. Her hands danced in softest pats. "You will tell th

l them

a little gesture of pride and loving. "We must go now

mmering grey dress, through an arched doorway at the end, and out of sight. Then he turned to his hos

child, but of the fifty members of the Halcyon Club in the

k assent. "I come-as you li

tle look of approval as they went up the staircase. It came to her suddenly that he harmonised with it, and with all the beautiful things about them. The figure of P

le hush. The president was on her feet, introducing Mr. Achilles Alexandrakis, who, in the unavoidable absence

faces. "I like to tell you about my home

to be an easy lecture-one that you could know someth

nd suddenly they saw that the eyes were not looking at the

room of the red-fronted house overlooking the lake, of the land of his birth. They scarcely listened to the actual words at first, but they listened to him all lighted up

and statue and mighty temple and crumbling tomb.... A sense o

and trembled in the voiceless light that played upon the grass. The foot of Achilles half-beat the time. The tones filled themselves and lifted, slowly, surely. The voice quickened-it ran with faster notes, as one who tells some eager tale. Then it swung in cradling-song the twilight of Athens-and the little birds sang low, twittering underneath the leaves-in softest garb-at last-rose leaves falling-the dusky bats around her roof-tops, and the high-soaring sky that arches all-my

They had not known that Athens was like this! They spoke in lowered voices, moving apart a little, and making place for the silver trays that be

twinkled as she talked. "I liked your talk, Mr. Alexis, and I am going over just as soon as

ave gesture. "My count

of the house, moving in and out among them, watched the play with a little look of annoyance.... He would be spoiled-a man of that class. She glanced down at the slip of paper in her hand. It bore the name, "Achilles

ak to me

slipped the check into the thin f

.. Then the face darkened, and he laid the paper on the polished table between

country. I speak for the child-and for yo

-from the house-between the stone lions and down the Lake Shore Drive, his free

ild's smile, a bit of shimmer and grey, the flash and beat of quick hoofs-and they were go