With an expression of despair on my features, I left the store, carrying
the Frame under my arm.

One thing is certain. I must see the play again, and judge it with a
criticle eye. IF IT IS WORTH SAVING, IT MUST BE SAVED.


JANUARY 16TH. Is it only a day since I saw you, Dear Dairy? Can so much
have happened in the single lapse of a few hours? I look in my mirror,
and I look much as before, only with perhaps a touch of paller. Who
would not be pale?

I have seen HIM again, and there is no longer any doubt in my heart.
Page Beresford is atractive, and if it were not for circumstances as
they are I would not anser for the consequences. But things ARE as they
are. There is no changing that. And I have reid my own heart.

I am not fickel. On the contrary, I am true as steal.

I have put his Picture under my mattress, and have given Jane my gold
cuff pins to say nothing when she makes my bed. And now, with the house
full of People downstairs acting in a flippent and noisy maner, I shall
record how it all happened.

My finantial condition was not improved this morning, father having not
returned. But I knew that I must see the Play, as mentioned above, even
if it became necesary to borow from Hannah. At last, seeing no other
way, I tried this, but failed.

"What for?" she said, in a suspicous way.