She _is_ a _fine_ person--Do you think you'd like a girl like that?"
"Maybe I would."
"If she was a man?"
"Oh, yes-s! Artists are so romantic."
"But they ain't on the job more 'n half the time," he said, jealously.
"Yes, that's _so_."
His hand stole secretly, craftily skirting a cushion, to touch
hers--which she withdrew, laughing:
"Hump-a! You go hold your artist's hand!"
"Oh, Miss Nelly! When I _told_ you about her _myself!_"
"Oh yes, of course."
She was contrite, and they played Five Hundred animatedly all evening.
CHAPTER XVI
HE BECOMES MILDLY RELIGIOUS AND HIGHLY LITERARY
The hero of the one-act play at Hammerstein's Victoria
vaudeville theater on that December evening was, it appeared, a
wealthy young mine-owner in disguise. He was working for the
"fake mine promoter" because he loved the promoter's daughter
with a love that passed all understanding except that of the
girls in the gallery. When the postal authorities were about to
arrest the promoter our young hero saved him by giving him a
real mine, and the ensuing kiss of the daughter ended the
suspense in which Mr.
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