one of the De Castro cars drove around to The Hickories after him. When he came in, she wa

Alice said to her husband as they drove away.

tone which professing friendly surprise really implied

little resentfully. "I am not consciou

oversen

n tell when people

as rude?" asked her husband in

each other. They were talking about a dinner and musicale Thursday night that Mr. Robert Kimberly is giving at The Tower

at I kn

d at me, except when she had to say 'good-morning' or 'good-evening.' I was confused a little when

rnoon with Cready Hamilton, and he stopped to of

ful! How came he

ing me on the board," continued MacBirney, resuming his hard, thin man

. She felt a little thrill of triumph as she read it. Her maid explained

hore overnight and the visitors' cards were sent up to the MacBirneys. It was warm and the party sat on

't you?" he asked. "The e

r u

ter--you like music; and I am trying something for each of you. I should have asked you about you

hat would

arrangements when neces

d I shall be delighted to come. P

Arthur De Castro. Tell me

trayed any

hundredth part of a

whether she could quite ignore it or whether her eyes would drop in an annoying admission of self-consciou

u are privileged not to t

mislaid and until to-night

going to be

was at the Casino

aw y

was going to the dinner at The T

d you, Mr

at made you thi

d in such a way I grew suspicious. I thought, perhaps, for some reason you coul

ridic

us of me not to

t--just queer lit

d might be answerable

ntly. And had I known all I know now, I coul

ing no chance where my h

imberly, for my h

his instance that if you did n

laugh. "My husband told me of your kindness in p

s disp

t I includ

be. But tastes differ, and you

berly; my husban

of him. I hope it wasn't ungracious, but some women, you know, hate the

t going to the

know better the next

not going t

t. Do you li

e frank, I

w s

but I don't know how good a s

nd reassuring manner that was convincing because quite natural. "We will try you som

our side," declared MacBirney aft

was braiding her hair. "I hope so;

just now like Marguerite." He put his hands around her shoulders

erite," she

the dinne

t is for you, but the dinner is for me," continue

for

a smile, and lingering for an instant on the ad

ven Nelson, and he's supposed to think the world and all of

g. A kind-hearted man is kind to those he likes, and a cold-blooded man is just the same to those he likes and those he doesn't like. Th

er words as he pleased. She thought he had given h

gue. "Whatever he is," he responded, "he is the wheel-horse in this combination--everybody agrees on that--and

er friendship. If we are to be friends, do let us be so through mutual likes and interests. Mr. Kimberly would know instantly i

t take them out of a woman's head. I don'

know, are clearly written on the end of his nose. I