series
of Shakesperian performances, as they have had requests for them
from all sides. To come directly to the point, the stellar honors
have been offered Everett, therefore I am about to sacrifice pomp
and ceremony on the altar of true love.

"We are to be married in the Little Church Around the Corner where
so many professionals have taken their sacred vows. Only my nearest
and dearest are to be there. There will be neither a best man nor a
bridesmaid and I shall be married in a traveling gown and turn my
cherished trousseau into prosaic wardrobe. Even my wedding gown
will have to be used afterward, minus the veil, of course, as an
evening frock. I have telegraphed David and hope he can come. If he
does, he will go back to his search the day after my marriage. Poor
Loyalheart, I cannot write you all I feel for you. I'll try to tell
you when I see you. Don't disappoint me. I cannot bear to think of
going on this new pilgrimage without your being present to wish me
godspeed. With my dearest love and sympathy,

"MIRIAM."

"P. S. I hope Fairy Godmother will come, too. I have written her."

As Grace read the signature, the letter fluttered to the floor unheeded.
Her generous soul rejoiced at Miriam's happiness, yet never before had
the gloom of her own situation struck her so sharply. One by one her
trusted comrades were placing their lives in the care of the chosen men
of their hearts. Only a little while before she had been of them all
perhaps the most buoyant. Her engagement to Tom, after months of
harrowing indecision, had always been a matter of reverent wonder to
her. She had looked eagerly forward to attending Miriam's wedding. Now
she dreaded the thought. She felt that she could have better borne with
attending an elaborate and formal wedding than to mingle with the
intimate few who would be present at the Little Church Around the
Corner. Yet she had no choice in the matter.

Seeking her mother, Grace gave her Miriam's letter. A short consultation
in which it was decided that Grace must represent her family at Miriam's
wedding, and she was speeding upstairs to pack a steamer trunk. The mere
glance at a huge cedar chest in which reposed her own wedding gown sent
a chill to her heart. Listlessly she made her preparations for the
flitting. She would take the noon train which would reach New York at
nine o'clock that evening