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374°: The Craze of Christina. mer, and you ought to come back to this coun- try and see it when the trees are all out and the hillsides are clothed with vineyards”’ ‘‘Perhaps I may never have a honeymoon,’’ remarked Chris lightly. ‘‘What do mean?’’ queried Clifford, turning round sharply. ‘“‘Only what I say, dearest Mark; no more and no less,’’ replied Chris, looking at him with her charming smile. ‘‘Honeymoons are out of date, I believe. I may never be called upon to en- dure such an old-fashioned ordeal.”’ ‘“‘T rather think you will, dear,’’ replied Clif- ford with conviction. ‘°‘I like old-fashioned ways, and I am determined to have a honey- moon of the good old sort.”’ “*Yes?’’ Chris ate her cold chicken thought- fully, then added quite heartily: ‘‘I hope you will enjoy it then.”’ He looked at her uneasily. Ella’s presence forbade him to question her more narrowly, but he could not quite understand her, and he felt anxious and uncomfortable. He could not forget that she had spoken once about his ‘‘losing’’ her. Several times that ex- pression of hers had come back to his mind since the moonlight evening on the ramparts and had caused his heart to fail him. But she had said (Coy pniicelovoyo) KS (E(o)