. The Saturday evening post. d then grinned. Ill betyou two dollars you can take that cardto her—and the magazine too. Wait—Illmark it. There! He pressed a bill intothe doormans palm. Im sure shell seeme when she knows who it is. The doorman weakened without any pre-liminary wavering. Well, its gainst therules, but you wait here a minute. Stephen sidled over to improve his viewof the stage, and found himself cut off by ababy spotlight which was the moon. Hesidled back to his original position just intime to see that the girl in the garden hadrisen, and was dancing toward him andlaughing. In an
. The Saturday evening post. d then grinned. Ill betyou two dollars you can take that cardto her—and the magazine too. Wait—Illmark it. There! He pressed a bill intothe doormans palm. Im sure shell seeme when she knows who it is. The doorman weakened without any pre-liminary wavering. Well, its gainst therules, but you wait here a minute. Stephen sidled over to improve his viewof the stage, and found himself cut off by ababy spotlight which was the moon. Hesidled back to his original position just intime to see that the girl in the garden hadrisen, and was dancing toward him andlaughing. In another instant her wholedemeanor had changed and she came sedatelypast the baby spotlight and sat down in a kitchen chair,a little apart from the two cigarette smokers. The youthin the dinner jacket glanced up from his newspaper. Rotten bad house—aint it? he inquired bitterly. The doorman nudged Stephens elbow. There she isnow. Stephen was suddenly diffident. You take the cardover will you? ILLUSTRATED BY JAMES H. CRANK. That Was Awfully Kind of You, She Said. and Everything I Saw You Applauding He watched Miss Cartwright with profound was certainly not more than twenty-four or five, andeven at close range she was beautiful in spite of hermake-up. She was neither too large nor too slight to suithis fancy; she had an adorable figure, which at once sug-gested excellent health and untrammolod energy. She waswearing an airy little frock of gold and brown tulle, and asshe sat there against the dingy contrast he thought her WBBECTI quite the loveliest girl he had ever seen. Yes, BettPaget included. He watched her take the card, and he saw her throv*her head back stiffly. The doorman spoke, and offersthe copy of Gossip. Miss Cartwright turnecher head to Stephen, and instantly stoocup, and crossed over to him. As she neai eihim he gathered two more impressions; onof them had to do with the exquisite shadof her gold-brown hair, and the other hadto do with her eyes. For
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