handed an ominous-looking cablegram which he
opened tremblingly.

To MONTGOMERY BREWSTER,

Private Yacht Flitter, Gibraltar.

There is an agitation to declare for free silver. You may have twice as
much to spend. Hooray.

JONES.

To which Monty responded:

Defeat the measure at any cost. The more the merrier, and charge it to
me. BREWSTER. P.S. Please send many cables and mark them collect.

The Riviera season was fast closing, and the possibilities suggested by
Monte Carlo were too alluring to the host to admit of a long stop at
Gibraltar. But the DeMilles had letters to one of the officers of the
garrison, and Brewster could not overlook the opportunity to give an
elaborate dinner. The success of the affair may best be judged by the
fact that the "Flitter's" larder required an entirely new stock the
next day. The officers and ladies of the garrison were asked, and Monty
would have entertained the entire regiment with beer and sandwiches if
his friends had not interfered.

"It might cement the Anglo-American alliance," argued Gardner, "but
your pocketbook needs cementing a bit more."

Yet the pocketbook was very wide open, and Gardner's only consolation
lay in a tall English girl whom he took out to dinner. For the others
there were many compensations, as the affair was brilliant and the new
element a pleasant relief from the inevitable monotony.

It was after the guests had gone ashore that Monty discovered Mr. and
Mrs. Dan holding a tete-a-tete in the stern of the boat.

"I am sorry to break this up," he interrupted, "but as the only
conscientious chaperon in the party, I must warn you that your behavior
is already being talked about. The idea of a sedate old married couple
sitting out here alone watching the moon! It's shocking."

"I yield to the host," said Dan, mockingly. "But I shall be consumed
with jealousy until you restore her to me."

Monty noticed the look in Mrs. Dan's eyes as she watched her husband
go, and marked a new note in her voice as she said, "How this trip is
bringing him out."

"He has just discovered," Monty observed, "that the club is not the
only place in the world."

"It's a funny thing," she answered, "that Dan should have been so
misunderstood. Do you know that he relentlessly conceals his best side?
Down underneath he is the kind of man who could do a fine thing very
simply."

"My dear Mrs. Dan, you surprise me. It looks to me almost as though you
had fallen