Underwriters' Association. But I was more than surprised when the
younger of the visitors handed us a card with the simple name,
Mortimer Warrington.

For, Mortimer Warrington, I may say, was at that time one of the
celebrities of the city, at least as far as the newspapers were
concerned. He was one of the richest young men in the country, and
good for a "story" almost every day.

Warrington was not exactly a wild youth, in spite of the fact that
his name appeared so frequently in the headlines. As a matter of
fact, the worst that could be said of him with any degree of truth
was that he was gifted with a large inheritance of good, red,
restless blood, as well as considerable holdings of real estate in
various active sections of the metropolis.

More than that, it was scarcely his fault if the society columns
had been busy in a concerted effort to marry him off--no doubt
with a cynical eye on possible black-type headlines of future
domestic discord. Among those mentioned by the enterprising
society reporters of the papers had been the same Miss Violet
Winslow whose picture I had admired. Evidently Garrick had
recognized the coincidence.

Miss Winslow, by the way, was rather closely guarded by a duenna-
like aunt, Mrs. Beekman de Lancey, who at that time had achieved a
certain amount of notoriety by a crusade which she had organized
against gambling in society. She had reached that age when some
women naturally turn toward righting the wrongs of humanity, and,
in this instance, as in many others, humanity did not exactly