omplete without his favourite
ballad.

But Mary Lee saw, with a thrill of gratified pride in her friend's
triumph, that it was not her voice alone which drew so many admirers
round her, and kept them drifting back many times during the evening.
It was the charm of Travis Dent's own gracious personality. Mary Lee
had her share of the lions, too, that evening, for the general saw to
that. He introduced them himself, and his deferential attentions to
the two girls had the effect he intended. It argued that they were
well worth the knowing.

"Didn't I tell you they were a flock of pretty sheep?" he asked,
several days afterward. "Hasn't a change come over the spirit of your
dream?"

"Yes, indeed," answered Mary Lee, gaily. "All thanks to you. And it
seems so funny. All the girls have been talking so much about that Mr.
Hendrick Lang, and exclaiming over his new novel. He has called on
Travis twice since the musicale, and this afternoon he took us both
out for a drive. When we came back Miss Glendenning asked us to walk
down to the spring with her as cordially as if we had been old friends
always."

"'The hand of Douglas!'" exclaimed the general, with a laugh. "Well,
it's the way of the world to give it in that fashion, and I'm glad
you've got what you wanted, at last."

"And to think," cried Mary Lee, "that Travis knew from the first they
were trying to freeze us out. But she didn't care a bit. All those
drives and excursions she planned were simply to keep me away from the
house so that I should not notice it. She was going on perfectly
serene and untroubled, herself."

"'With wing on the wind, and eye on the sun,'"

quoted the general, softly. "Ah, my little friend, Miss Travis has a
broader outlook than the petty hollows. She has risen to the eagle's
view."

ELSIE'S "PALMISTRY EVENING"

ELSIE'S "PALMISTRY EVENING"

As Helen Jaynes stood before the mirror in her room, putting the last
touches to her toilet, there was a rap at the door.

"I'm ready, Jane," she called, thinking it was the maid who had come
to tell her the carriage was ready. But instead, her fifteen-year-old
sister Sara peeped into the room. "Oh, sister Helen!" she exclaimed,
in a disappointed tone. "Are you going out? Olive and I wanted to ask
you something very particularly."

"Come in, dear," answered Helen, nodding pleasantly to the
rosy-cheeked girl who peered over Sara's shoulder. "What do you want?
I am at your ser