"I said to myself, 'Never again--until the next time.

Vera?
Oh, she was as fresh as a lark.

Can I lunch with you downtown?
Of course.'" Then as she hung up the receiver she called, "Floretta, get me a taxi." "Yes, Miss Larue." "I always have a feeling here," whispered Stella, "that I am being listened to.

I mean to speak to Vera about it some time.

By the way, wouldn't you like to join us to-night?
Vera will be along and Mr.
Warrington and perhaps 'Diamond Jack' Braden--you know him ?" Constance confessed frankly that she did not have the pleasure of the acquaintance of the well-known turfman and first nighter.
She hesitated.