xclaimed, putting down her cup; "why, he promised to
go canoeing at ten.

"Probably he will be back by then," I ventured, not finding it in my
heart to tell her the cruel truth. But I kept my eyes on my plate. They
say a lie has short legs. Mine had, for my black friend, Simpson, was at
that instant taking off the fruit, and overheard my remark.

"Mr. Allen done gone for good," he put in, "done give me five dollars
last night. Why, sah," he added, scratching his head, "you was on de
poch dis mornin' when his trunks was took away!"

It was certainly no time to quibble then.

"His trunks!" Miss Trevor exclaimed.

"Yes, he has left us and gone to Mohair," I said, "bag and baggage. That
is the flat truth of it."

I suppose there is some general rule for calculating beforehand how a
young woman is going to act when news of this sort is broken. I had no
notion of what Miss Trevor would do. I believe Farrar thought she would
faint, for he laid his napkin on the table. She did nothing of the kind,
but said simply:

"How unreliable men are!"

I fell to guessing what her feelings were; for the life of me I could
not tell from her face. I was sorry for Miss Trevor in spite of the fact
that she had neglected to ask my advice before falling in love with the
Celebrity. I asked her to go canoeing with me. She refused kindly but
very firmly.

It is needless to say that the Celebrity did not come back to the inn,
and as far as I could see the desertion was designed, cold-blooded,
and complete. Miss Trevor remained out of sight during the day of his
departure, and at dinner we noticed traces of a storm about her,--a
storm which had come and gone. There was an involuntary hush as she
entered the dining-room, for Asquith had been buzzing that afternoon
over the episode. And I admired the manner in which she bore her
inspection. Already rumors of the cause of Mr. Allen's departure were in
active circulation, and I was astonished to learn that he had been seen
that day seated upon Indian rock with Miss Thorn herself. This piece of
news gave me a feeling of insecurity about people, and about women
in particular, that I had never before experienced. After holding the
Celebrity up to such unmeasured ridicule as she had done, ridicule not
without a seasoning of contempt, it was difficult to believe Miss Thorn
so inconsistent as to go alone with him to Indian rock; and she was
not ignorant of Miss Trevor's experience. But the fact was