Dykes hours were such that he saw her only when she returned early, for he slept by day in his van, and worked most of the night on electrical experiments which he was conducting over on the river front, and which were to send his name resounding down the halls of fame. The newspapers have already caught an echo or two. On his way back from his experiments, he daily stopped at the shop of eberling the florist, where, besides chaste and elegant set pieces inscribed gates ajar and gone but not forgotten, one may, if expert and insistent, obtain really fresh roses. What connection these visits had with the matutinal