hat he
could speak up at a Meeting of Directors. Until the year 1895, the
restricted Side-Whisker was an accepted Trade-Mark of Commercial Probity.
This facial Landscaping, the Frock Coat, and a steadfast devotion to
Toilet Soap made him suitable for Exhibition Purposes.

Frances became almost fond of him, after the Honeymoon evaporated and
their Romance ripened into Acquaintanceship.

It was a gladsome day for both when she traced the Dope back through
Swigget County, Pennsylvania, and discovered that she was an honest-to-
goodness Daughter of the American Revolution.

Willoughby could not ask a representative of good old Colonial Stock to
ride around in a stingy Coupe with a Coon planted out on the Weather-
Seat.

He changed the Terms in several Leases and was enabled to slip her a
hot Surprise on the Birthday.

When she came down the Steps for the usual bowl along the Avenue, so as
to get some Fresh Smoke, she beheld a rubber-tired Victoria, drawn by
two expensive Bang-Tails in jingly Harness and surmounted by important
Turks in overwhelming Livery.

She was so trancified with Delight that she went right over to
Willoughby and gave him a Sweet Kiss, after looking about rather
carefully for the exposed portion of the Frontispiece.

Frances did a lot of Calling within the next two weeks, and to all
those who remarked upon the Smartness of the Equipage, she declared
that the Man she had to put up with carried a Throbbing Heart even if
he was an Intellectual Midget.

In the year 1913, a slender Young Thing, all of whose Habiliments
seemed melting and dripping downward, came wearily from Stateroom B as
the Train pulled into Reno, Nevada.

She seemed quite alone, except for a couple of Maids.

After she had given Directions concerning the nine Wardrobe Trunks and
the Live Stock, she was motored to a specially reserved Cottage at the
corner of Liberty Street and Hope Avenue.

Next day she sat at the other side of a Table from a Lawyer, removing
the poisoned Javelins from her fragile Person and holding them up
before the shuddering Shyster.

She had a Tale of Woe calculated to pulp a Heart of Stone. In blocking
out the Affidavit, her sympathetic Attorney made Pencil Notes as
follows:

Her name was Ethel Louise, favorite Daughter of Willoughby and Frances,
the well-known Blue-Bloods of the Western Metropolis.

She had finished off at Miss Sniffle's exclusive School, which
overlooks the Hudson and the Comm