fun he was, to be sure!  It did her good to behold the tribute his appetite paid to the buckwheat cakes with cream and other tempting viands she set before him—­a pleasing contrast to Selma’s starveling diet—­and the hearty smack with which he enforced his demands upon her own cheeks as his mother-in-law apparent, argued an affectionate disposition.  Burly, rosy-cheeked, good-natured, was he not the very man to dispel her niece’s vagaries and turn the girl’s morbid cleverness into healthy channels?

Selma, therefore, found nothing but encouragement in her choice at home; so by the end of another three months they were made man and wife, and had moved into that little house in Benham which had attracted Babcock’s eye.  Benham, as has been indicated, was in the throes of bustle and self-improvement.  Before the war it had been essentially unimportant.  But the building of a railroad through the town and the discovery of oil wells in its neighborhood had transformed it in a twinkling into an active and spirited centre.  Selma’s new house was on the edge of the city, in the van of real estate progress, one of a row of small but ambitious-looking dwellings, over the dark yellow clapboards of which the architect had let his imagination run rampant in scrolls and flourishes.  There was fancy colored glass in a sort of rose-window over the front door, and lozenges of fancy glass here and there in the facade.  Each house had a little grass-plot, which Babcock in his case had made appurtenant to a metal stag, which seemed to him the finishing touch to a cosey and ornamental home.  He had done his best and with all his heart, and the future was before them.

Babcock found himself radiant over the first experiences of married life.  It was just what he had hoped, only better.  His imagination in entertaining an angel had not been unduly literal, and it was a constant delight and source of congratulation to him to reflect over his pipe on the lounge after supper that the charming piece of flesh and blood sewing or reading demurely close by was the divinity of his domestic hearth.  There she was to smile at him when he came home at night and enable him to forget the cares and dross of the varnish business.  Her presence across the table added a new zest to every meal and improved his appetite.  In marrying he had expected to cut loose from his bachelor habits, and he asked for nothing better than to spend every evening alone with Selma, varied by an occasional evening at the theatre, and a drive out to the Farleys’ now and then for supper.  This, with the regular Sunday service at Rev. Henry Glynn’s church, rounded out the weeks to his perfect satisfaction.  He was conscious of feeling that the situation did not admit of improvement, for though, when he measured himself with Selma, Babcock was humble-minded, a cheerful and uncritical optimism was the ruling characteristic of his temperament.  With health, business fortune, and love all on his side, it was natural to him to