the supporters of the young girl were equally effusive and
enthusiastic in their devotion. As usual in such cases, the real
contest was between the partisans themselves; each successive
demonstration on either side was provocative or retaliatory, and
when they were apparently rendering homage to their idols they were
really distracted by and listening to each other. At last,
Hathaway's party being reinforced by fresh visitors, a tall
brunette of the opposition remarked in a professedly confidential
but perfectly audible tone:--

"Well, my dear, as I don't suppose you want to take part in a
political caucus, perhaps we'd better return to the Ladies'
Boudoir, unless there's a committee sitting there too."

"I know how valuable your time must be, as you are all business
men," said Hathaway, turning to his party, in an equally audible
tone; "but before you go, gentlemen, you must let me offer you a
little refreshment in a private room," and he moved naturally
towards the door. The rival fair, who had already risen at their
commander's suggestion, here paused awkwardly over an embarrassing
victory. Should they go or stay? The object of their devotion,
however, turned curiously towards Hathaway. For an instant their
eyes met. The young girl turned carelessly to her companions and
said, "No; stay here--it's the public parlor;" and her followers,
evidently accustomed to her authority, sat down again.

"A galaxy of young ladies from the Convent of Santa Clara, Mr.
Hathaway," explained Captain Stidger, naively oblivious of any
discourtesy on their part, as he followed Hathaway's glance and
took his arm as they moved away. "Not the least of our treasures,