THE TABLES TURNED. As Maurice Walton left the Burnet House, he fell in with the one whom he most wished to avoid. Gilbert was returning to the store, after his usual midday lunch. He was surprised to see Maurice, supposing him at home, suffering from the headache. "How do you happen to be here, Maurice?" he asked. "I thought you were at home." "My head felt so bad that I thought I would come out into the fresh air," answered Maurice, a little confused. "Do you feel better?" "A little. I think I'll go home and go to bed." "I hope you'll be all right to-morrow." "I guess so." So they separated, Gilbert, who was not inclined to be suspicious, not doubting his fellow-clerk's statements. That evening, when he returned to his boarding-house, the servant said: "Did your friend

