herself
could have handled a horse--it gave her the feeling that she was riding
a tamed whirlwind.

"Nice car, isn't it? I like it best of all Farwell's machines. It is to
be mine while I'm here," said Channing.

"Do you mean to say Mr. Farwell owns more than one of them?" asked
Jacqueline, awed. "How in the world did he ever get to be so rich? He's
an artist, isn't he? And I thought artists were never rich."

"It depends upon the kind of art. Farwell gives the people what they
want, which always pays."

"He must sell a lot of pictures to buy a machine like this!"

"Pictures!" He turned and stared at her. "Why, I don't believe you know
who he is!" He chuckled. "What a blow for Morty! I must tell him that
there's actually a girl in America who doesn't recognise him on sight.
He is _the_ Farwell--Mortimer Farwell himself, my dear."

Jacqueline looked blank.

"What, never even heard of him? Mortimer Farwell is--or was--the most
popular matinee idol on the stage. He's resting on his laurels at
present, but I don't think he will rest long. Between you and me, he
misses the footlights."

"On the stage! You mean he's an actor? And I'm going to his house! What
_will_ Jemmy say when she hears of this?" Jacqueline looked rather
alarmed.

Channing said, much amused, "Actors don't bite, my dear child. Farwell's
a gentleman. And I am here to protect you."

She still felt uneasy. Her experience of actors had been confined to the
barn-stormers who occasionally drifted into the nearest town and out
again as speedily as possible. Though the theatres of Frankfort and
Lexington were only a few hours away, they belonged to the life Mrs.
Kildare shunned.

"At least he's married," murmured Jacqueline with some relief. "Is she
on the stage, too? Will I like her?"

"His wife? Oh, Mrs. Farwell never comes here, you know. It's a bachelor
place. That's why he calls it Holiday Hill."

"Dear me!" she said, puzzled. "Don't they like each other, then?"

"Very much, I believe. It's an extremely comfortable arrangement. She
makes her engagements, he makes his; all very friendly and no questions
asked. Quite the ideal match."

Jacqueline looked doubtful. "But what about the children?"

"Oh, there aren't any children, of course. Fancy May Farwell with
children!"

"But if people are going to live that way, what is the use of getting
married?"

"There is none," said Channing, earnestly. "Believe me, there is none.
Many have made th