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she paid him to go away. The Al
penstock affair was only one of nu
merous ones. She has entangled
more young men than "
"O dear! I hate to hear this talk,"
said little Miss Jones. "Wasn't there
something said about some jewels or
"0, you mean that diamond tiara
young Alpenstock gave her! Yes, his
father made no end of a fuss about
it, according to the society section
of the Sunday papers; but the crea
ture refused to give it up, and so he
simply had to let her keep it to avoid
"Well," said Mrs. Tearle, "they said
something about singing tonight, so
let us go in and see if they are
"Well, what do you think!" gasped
Mrs. Bellowes. "That Miss Went
worth is actually down for a song!"
"Poor little thing," said Miss Jones
softly. "Don't let us fail to applaud
her, my dear. It wouldn't be nice to
hurt her feelings. I should say she
could sing about as well as a cat."
Despite this prognostication, how
ever, Miss Wentworth acquitted her
self really quite well. Even the most
prejudiced were forced to admit that
she had a passable soprano voice
nothing to boast about, of course, but
still, not bad. They congratulated her
with distant enthusiasm, but Miss
Wentworth, after quietly ac
knowledging their plaudits, retired
to a distant corner.
About the middle of the concert a
carriage drove up to the hotel. There
was a rush to the windows to get a
glimpsef the newcomers. Mrs. Bel
lowes was the first to break the
"It's Cyrus Alpenstock!" she gasp
ed. "And his wife! And his son,
Claude. Now is the opportunity to
find out just what happened in that
wretched scandal. How fagged poor
Mr. Alpenstock looks! No wonder,
after all that he has been through!"
The Alpenstocks were evidently
fatigued from their journey, for they
retired to their room, and the hotel
knew them not during the remainder
of the evening. The next morning'
they went away in their automobile1
for an all-day trip. The group upon
the piazza was lamenting their ab
sence. "Started at six, before anybody
was up, to see the country," said Mrs.
Bellowes. "Isn't that queer! But of,
course, when one is a millionaire, he
can do what he likes. By the way,
has anybody seen that Wentworth
person about this morning?"
Nobody seemed to havte seen her,
and the group, always interested Jn
the doings of the other guests, ques
tioned one another. When lunch
came, and she was still absent, the
curiosity became overwhelming.
"Do you supposed she has skipped
out without paying her bill?" sug
gested Mrs. Higginson.
"She brought a good-sized trunk
with her," answered Mrs. Bellowes.
"It might have contained bricks,"
suggested little Miss Jones. "Al
though, of course, it isn't exactly
right to think sucbr things. Still,
there was something queer about her,
"It's my belief," said vMrs. Bel
lowes with conviction, "that we have
seen, the lasrot that "person. Any
body could tell that there was some
thing wrong about her. . What was
she? A school teacher masquerad
ing as a lady, 1 should say!"
But they" were destined to see Miss
Wenthworth again, and that very
evening, for she came back in the
Alpenstocks' car about six o'clock.
And the group on the piazza, seeing
the young man help her to the steps,
stared in bewilderment.
It was Mrs. Bellowes who broke
"How do you do, Mr. Alpenstock!"
she said, advancing with outstretched
hand. "Don't you remember me? I
met you here there summers ago."
"Can't say I do," growled the mil
lionaire, but I'm glad to know you.
What's your name?"
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