are very
striking looking to-day."

"It's this dress. Isn't it quaint?"

"And pretty! Oh, but we mustn't talk so frivolously when that poor man
may be dying. We must drive faster."

"Talking isn't going to make the horse go any slower. In fact, I think
maybe he'll go quicker to get the trip over with sooner so he can be rid
of our chatter. But I don't think the poor man is badly hurt. He may
bleed a lot, but they can hold that in check until we get the doctor."

They drove on, and were presently in the village. They had been told
where Dr. Wherry had gone--to a drugstore to get some medical
supplies--and thither they made their way.

"Do you notice how every one is staring at us?" asked Alice, as they
drove along the streets.

"They do seem to be," admitted Estelle, looking for the drugstore. "I
guess it's the horse; he is so bony he has many fine points about him,
as Russ said. And we're queer looking in these costumes ourselves."

When they alighted at the pharmacy and started in, they became aware of
the growing sensation they were creating. For a little throng had
gathered in front of the store, and more men and boys came running up,
to form in two lines--a living lane--through which Alice and Estelle had
to pass.

"We certainly are creating a sensation," gasped Alice, growing
embarrassed.

"Look! a regular bridal crowd," said Estelle in a low voice.

Though they undeniably presented a pretty picture in their paint,
powder, curls and hoopskirts, they were also an unusual one for that
little country village.

"Look at the society swells!" cried one boy.

"Dat's de new fashion--makin' your nose look like a flour barrel!" added
another.

"Aren't those dresses sweet?" sighed a girl.

"They must be the latest New York style," added a companion. "I heard
that full skirts were coming in again."

"Well, ours are certainly full enough," murmured Alice, looking down at
her swaying hoops.

And then some one guessed the truth.

"They're actresses--the movie actresses!" came the cry, and this
attracted more attention than ever, for if there is one person about
whom the American public is curious, it is the actor.

"Oh my!" exclaimed Estelle, "now we are in for it. Hurry inside the
store!"

The girls fairly ran into the friendly shelter, and some of the crowd
attempted to follow, but the drug clerks barred the way, guessing what
the excitement was about.

"Dr. Wherry!" gasped Alice. "Is he here?"

"R