"Beverly Carlysle," commented the night editor. "Back with bells
on!" He took up the photograph. "Doesn't look much older, does she?
It's a queer world."

Louis Bassett, star reporter and feature writer of the Times-
Republican, smiled reminiscently.

"She was a wonder," he said. "I interviewed her once, and I was
crazy about her. She had the stage set for me, all right. The
papers had been full of the incident of Jud Clark and the night he
lined up fifteen Johnnies in the lobby, each with a bouquet as big
as a tub, all of them in top hats and Inverness coats, and standing
in a row. So she played up the heavy domestic for me; knitting or
sewing, I forget."

"Fell for her, did you?"

"Did I? That was ten years ago, and I'm not sure I'm over it yet."

"Probably that's the reason," said the city editor, drily. "Go and
see her, and get over it. Get her views on the flapper and bobbed
hair, for next Sunday. Smith would be crazy about it."

He finished his coffee.

"You might ask, too, what she thinks has become of Judson Clark,"
he added. "I have an idea she knows, if any one does." Bassett
stared at him.