glance about. Not a soul was in sight. I tried one of the gates. It was unlatched! This certainly must be the night. I stole up the roadway cautiously. The fact that I left some fine tracks in the snow did not disturb me. I was not guilty of anything wrong. Yes, there was the bow-window through which the rascal was to enter. There would be a surprise in store for him. A subdued light shone through the half-closed blinds. Some one was awake; doubtless the girl herself, reading.

Everything was working out nicely. I would even save her any real annoyance.

I tiptoed back to the gate, and was