The Adventures of Sally

lt along Broadway, herspirits had completely recovered. She felt guiltily that she had beenfanciful, even morbid. Naturally men wanted to get on in the world. Itwas their job. She told h

he papers, not always in agreement with the applauseof a first-night audience, had on this occasion endorsed the verdict,with agreeable unanimity hailing Gerald as the coming author and ElsaDoland as the coming star. There had even been a brief mention ofFillmore as the coming manager. But there is always some trifle thatjars in our greatest moments,

that it would have beenchurlish to concentrate the attention on the one dark spot. Business hadbeen excellent all t

piece back, the passage oftime having apparentl

superintending one of his musicalproductions, had looked in one evening and stamped "The Primrose Way"with

d Sally, breakin

awoke from

asn't that what you were meditating about?""Don't be a chump," said Fillmore, blushing neve

with the notion, and why

akhan collar,"

g about at the moment wassomething Ike said.""Ike?""Ike Schumann. He's on the train. I met him just now.""We call him

registere

dn't I have a fur coat?""Fill... ! How can you be so brutal as to suggest that I

nue in your car, and I'llpoint and say 'That's m

y is my brother. And I was with him when he bought that coat.'""Do leave off abo

t behind that dollarcigar, is one to whom we point

with Ike.""He wants to see me about the show. He suggests putting it

moment that if the piece opened in Chicago itwould mean a further prolonged separation from him. But o

to be said for that. Still, it worksboth ways. A Chicago run would help us in New York. Well, I'll ha

rong," s

to learn. Fill.""Oh, stop it!""Fillmore Nicholas," said Sally, "if you knew what pain it gives me tojosh my only brother, you'd be sorry for me. But you k

e train, and oh, Fill, theyearning in his voice

brooding on their fur coats and forgeteverything else.' 'Have no fear, Mr. Schumann,' I said. 'FillmoreNicholas is a man of his word.'"She would have been willing, for she was a girl who never believed insparing herself where it was a questi

gh ajungle of advertisements, only to find that it was in two parts

the weight of thecoming manager, Bruce Carmyle of all people in the world insinu

nding a man inAmerica whom you had supposed to be in Europe: but nevertheless she wasconscious of a dream-like sensat

rmyle!" s

on the Paris express, Mr. Carmyle had been very little inSally's--so little, ind

She was neverrude to anyone, without subsequent remorse. She contented herself with atame "Yes.""Yes," said Mr. Carmyle, "it is a good many years since I have taken areal holiday. My doctor seemed to think I was a trifle run down. Itseemed a good opportunity to visit America. Everybody," said Mr. Carmyleoracularly, endeavou

ject. He, too, though his face had shown no trace of it, had beenembarrassed

g Chicago," he said af

it. I've come from Detroit.""Yes, I heard

ious! How?""I--ah--called at your New Yo

a little

omplete stranger had not actually cometo America in direct pursuit of her, there was no disguising the factthat he evidently found her an object of considerable interest. It wasa compliment, but Sally was not at all sure that she liked it

Mr. Kemp?"

k face seemed to be

o news of him,"

hortly after I saw you last.""Disappeared!"Mr. Carmyle frowned. Sally, watching him, found her antipathy stirring

heatedly, adull flush rising in the cheeks which Sally was sure he had to shavetwice a day. "I don't care to know. The Family have washed their handsof him.

med to have constituted herself Ginger's championand protector--but she perceived that, if sh

was all the trouble about?"

le. His uncle Donald. H

in with?""Yes. His future depended upon him.""But what did he do?" cried

ed Lancelot to dinner to discuss his plans, and itappears that Lancelot--defied him. Def

y. My uncleinsists that he is mad. I agree with him. Since the night of that dinnernothing has been heard of Lancelot."Mr. Carm

estioningglance at the mysterious stranger, who, in addition t

le. We metabroad. My brother Fillmore, Mr. Carmyle."Proper in

being someone in parti

ing again like this

up berths along the car, was now

lly. "I'mgoing to bed."She wanted to be alone, to think. Mr.

atand sat down to wait for her berth to be made up. She was aglow with

pride, which comes to those who give adviceand find it acted upon. She had the emotions of

him from a meekdependent of the Family to a ravening

ose. Yet, Sally, jolted by thetrain, which towards the small hours seemed to be trying out some newbuck-and-wing steps of its own invention, slept ill, and presently, asshe l

t?" said the Sp

f the train, at the GrandCentral station in a state of remorseful concern. She declined the offerof Mr. Carmyle to

rrash act. She wondered what demon of interference and meddling hadpo

ble young man,obviously the sort of young man who would always have to be assistedthrough life by his relatives, and she had deli

n for work; forcinghimself to call on Uncle Donald; being thrown down the front steps byhaughty footmen; sleeping on

!" sai

es, little knowing that to all practicalintents and purposes she had slain in his prime a red-headed you

dinformed her on the Friday morning that Mr. Foster's play had got overbig in Detroit, and that Miss Doland had made every kind of hit. I

Toto's neck was worn in honour of the triumph. There was also,though you could

ght the piece? A great man, wasMrs. Meecher

erself for havingallowed the pressure of other matters

to Sally, in hermorbid condition, the words had only on

added Mrs. Meecher. Sal

ad been a littledisappointed in the old gentleman, who started out as such a pr

ever seen anybody better

, and I don't suppose you knew he had abrother. Men are secretive, ain't they!--this brother of his has lefthim a parcel of money, and Mr. Faucitt he had to get on the Wednesdayboat quick as he could and go right over to the other side to look afterthings. Wind up the estate, I believe they call it. Left in a awfulhurry, he did. Sent his love to you and said he'd write. Funny himhaving a brother, now, wasn't it? Not," said Mrs. Meecher, at heart areasonable woman, "that folks don't have brothers. I got two myself, onein Portland,

g back into theirmelancholy groove. She threw herself

. Meecher prowling disturbingly about the house, apparently insearch of someo

en something, and what she had seen wasenough to surprise any girl in the privacy of her bedroom. Fromund

was a girl of courage, and she mea

nable one, and evidently seemed to the intruderto deserve an

And finally there flashed on Sally's fascinated gaze a head of sonearly

lot Kemp, on all fou

hullo!"