And this--this Miss Norvell, why she's the leadin' lady, and the travellin' men tell me she's simply immense.

There's one of their show bills hanging over there back of the stove." Winston sauntered across to the indicated red and yellow abomination, and dumbly stood staring at it through the blue rings of his cigar.

It represented a most thrilling stage picture, while underneath, and in type scarcely a shade less pronounced than that devoted to the eminent comedian T.Macready Lane, appeared the announcement of the great emotional actress, Miss Beth Norvell, together with several quite flattering Western press notices.

The young man read these slowly, wondering why they should particularly interest him, and on a sudden his rather grave face brightened into a smile, a whimsical thought flashing into his mind.
"By Jove, why not ?" he muttered, as if arguing the matter out with himself.

"The report has gone East, and there is nothing more to be accomplished in Flat Rock for at least a month.