ian considered
it beneath his profession to advertize, even if indirectly? What if he
prefered the failure of Miss Everett's couzin's play to a bruize on the
eye? What, in short, if he refused?

Dear Dairy, I was stupafied. I knew not which way to turn. For Men are
not like Women, who are dependible and anxious to get along, and will
sacrifise anything for Success. No, men are likely to turn on the ones
they love best, if the smallest Things do not suit them, such as cold
soup, or sleaves to long from the shirt-maker, or plans made which they
have not been consulted about beforhand.

"Darling!" said Jane, as I turned away, "you look STRICKEN!"

"My head aches," I said, with a weary gesture toward my forehead. It did
ache, for that matter. It is acheing now, dear Dairy.

However, I had begun my task and must go through with it. Abandoning
Jane at a corner, in spite of her calling me cruel and even sneeking, I
went to Adrian's hotel, which I had learned of during my SEANCE in
his room while he was changing his garments behind a screan, as it was
marked on a dressing case.

It was then five o'clock.

How nervous I felt as I sent up my name to his chamber. Oh, dear Dairy,
to think that it was but five hours ago that I sat and waited, while
people who guessed not the inner trepadation of my heart past and
repast, and glansed at me and at Leila's pink hat above.

At last he came. My heart beat thunderously, as he aproached, strideing
along in that familiar walk, swinging his strong and tender arms. And I!
I beheld him coming and could think of not a word to say.

"Well!" he said, pausing in front of me. "I knew I was going to be lucky
today. Friday is my best day."

"I was born on Friday," I said. I could think of nothing else.

"Didn't I say it was my lucky day? But you mustn't sit here. What do you
say to a cup of tea in the restarant?"

How grown up and like a DEBUTANTE I felt, dear Dairy, going to have
tea as if I had it every day at School, with a handsome actor across!
Although somwhat uneasy also, owing to the posibility of the Familey
coming in. But it did not and I had a truly happy hour, not at all
spoiled by looking out the window and seeing Jane going by, with her
eyes popping out, and walking very slowly so I would invite her to come
in.

WHICH I DID NOT.

Dear Dairy, HE WILL DO IT. At first he did not understand, and looked
astounded. But when I told him of Carter being in the advertizing
busnes