(© by D. J. Walsh.) ; HESTER TRENTON 1iI1 of Bos- fon put more time on that C weekly letter to his mother than usual. It was an impor- tant letter. He closed his ears to the sound of revelry on the campus be- low as the boys prepared to go to the field for football practice. He did not answer the repeated raps at his door as his classmates went by. He did not even stop to fill his fountain pen when it went dry, but dipped it into the ink bottle on his desk. It was a long letter—that letter to Mrs. Ches- ger Archibald Trenton II, and when he finished, he reread parts of it aloud, changing a word here and there and adding several underscor gS to bring out important points. “l certainly am glad that you are oing to meet Virginia at last, moth- r. She wrote home and asked her other, after 1 told her you wanted er to come to Boston for the week- nd, and it is all right with her folks Cecile Manning is coming with us. “She is sure a peach and you will all like her. She said she had heard ef our house through the Murrays in Detroit—you remember the Murrays— Yell, they live next to Virginia's folks in Detroit—Virginia’s dad is an utomobile manufacturer, but she isn’t one of those newly rich—not by @ ton; shot—she is the real stuff, “I'll leave all the fixings to you, mother, because you know how to Jo it. We'll leave here after lunch and will be at the house around 6:30. I | suppose Benjamin will meet us. [It might be a good idea to have two or three in—how about Dave Laidlaw for €Cecile?— Fil leave that to Sis--and We ¢an run out to the clab to dance. "I. know. everything will be all fine »~—you know how to do it, mother, and I know you will like Virginia” - Benjamin, tlie ‘Trenton chauffeur, austere in his gree. livery, was at the station to meet Chestey ard the two young ladies. Chester and Ben- Jamin had been very close friends for years, ever since the days when Ches- ter 111 sat on the front seat with Ben- Jamin when he was driven to and from grammar school. Benjamin was on the alert for the usual effusive greeting tut Chester, in a most dig- nified manner, much the same as that used by Chester 41, said: “How do you do, Benjamin?’ Benjamin smiled broadly over the wheel as the car left the station. Young Mr. Trenton was cerlainly grown up nowadays but Just wait until the young ladies were not around. The big car rolled through the massive stone gateway of the Trenton estate and followed a winding boulevard through well-kep* fawns and shrubbery. Back on a ter- raced elevation stood the Trenton house, as it had stood for more than half a century, since Chester I of New York and Ingland had built it there. Massive, imposing, an architecture of an American past and -magnificent in its simplicity, the Trenton house was one of the show places ¢f New Eng- land. “Oh, it 1s beautifu'!” exclaimed Vir- ginia Butler of Detroit. “Just beau- tiful! It looks like an old painting— we have beautiful houses in Detroit, too, but they are all so new and so extravagantly done—I have seen one like this.” Chester YII was very happy. So 4appy that when Benjamin stood at the car door and assisted the young ! | generally ladies to alight, he winked at ['m, which the chauffeur knew meant a confidenfial chat later in the garage. over cigarettes. Benjamin unsmiling ly winked back. “How do you do, James,” said Ches cer III fo the dignified butler who opened the door. “Is my mother down?” “No, Mr. Chester, that is--she, is