Seven Miles to Arden

and locked, Patsy stood transfixed be

f her hair. Thank Heaven she's given to missing her engagements and not wiring about it until the next day. Thank Heaven I've played with her long enough to imitate her mannerisms, and know her well enough to explain

before masculine eyes, she had neither the desire nor the fortitude to brave the keener, more critical gaze of her own sex. It was always for the women that Patsy dressed, and above all else did she stan

of the keys was only implied; it was a part of Patsy's creed of life never to lie unless cornered. She further implied that she was

. Alone again, she slipped out of bed-to lock the door and investigate. A wistaria lounging-robe was on in a twinkling, with quilted slippers to ma

daughter if I wasn't so weak and heartsick. I feel more like a young gosling that some one has coaxed out of its shell a day too soon.

ed by weeks of convalescing, charity fare. Even the possible appearance at any minute of her origina

d every inch the king's daughter she had dined. The hall-boy, accustomed to "creations

und with two gold bands about the head, ending in tiny emerald clasps over the barely discovera

"Miss St. Regis" crossed the stage; and something of the feeling must have been wafted across the

ething definite and desired in the form of entertainment. It took all the control of a well-ordered Irish head to keep her from bolting for the little stage door after one glance at the paper. Her eye had caught the impersonation of two American actresses she

ce when they were playing one-night stands and the wrong scene

nother, "I have had so many requests from among you-since I made out my program-to give i

ness. "Very few people seem ever to remember that I had an Irish grandfather, D

very one into her confidence-that one budding youth forgot himse

long ago she had acquired the habit of carrying a good bit of it about with her wherever she went. It was small wonder, therefore, that, at the end of the evening, when she fixed upon a certain young man in the audience-a man with a per

t would sound so much nicer outside, somewhere in t

ears less self-atuned than the erstwhile wearer of the Balmacaan. But he heard in it only the fla

asked, and he almost broke

it's not altogether strange they've touched his a bit. But for a man who's forged his father's nam

a chair, while her companion leaned against a near-by railing and

man to dress in knee-length petticoats." And then, to settle all doubts, she faced him with grim determination. "I let you bring me he

an no

son Avenue car, taken from the corn

melancholy was giving place

ollowed you every inch of the way-followed you to tell you I

le had right of way, and such a flattered, self-conscious sm

impossible joke I ever met this side of London. Why, a person

aistcoat pocket and drew forth a monocle, which he a

country she doesn't know to a place she doesn't know-and without a wardrobe trunk, a letter of credit, or a maid, just

pretty good; but I never thought any on

o you-do t

my life to it; that's why my fam

hrough Patsy's mind. "Would y

that was why you wanted to-to-Hang it all! my

hat's a beautiful name-a grand name! Don't ye ever be changing it! And don't ye ever give up writing poetry; it's a bea

ame down on the train with

e could not stop laughing. And then she suddenly became conscious of the

hat this means?" and he sl

will you tell me just one thin

his? This is a wire from Miss St. Regis, saying she is ill and will

O'Connell, late of the Irish National Players and later of the women's free