then, when Milo had arranged the lights so that they gradually grew in power, flooding the chamber with mellow radiance, his soul seemed to burst from his throat in one choking, stupefied gasp.

“The Cave of Aladdin!” he choked, and stood open-mouthed while Dolores laughed softly at his shoulder.

“Nay,” she reproved. “‘Tis the Cave of Dolores. ‘Tis mine, and” — she turned her face up toward his alluringly — ”may be thine, if thou’rt a true man!”

With shrewd artistry she twisted away as he strove to clasp her, and there she left him standing, in the midst of untold treasures that every moment were increasingly revealed to him. Without another glance for him, or apparently another