The　driver　of　the　auto　sped　his　machine　without　a
  word。　　He　was　masked　beyond　guess　in　the　goggles
  and　diabolic　garb　of　the　chauffeur。
  〃Much　obliged；　old　man；〃　called　　Hopkins；　grate…
  fully。　　〃I　guess　you've　got　sporting　blood　in　you；
  all　right；　and　don't　admire　the　sight　of　two　men
  trying　to　soak　one。　　Little　more　and　I'd　have　been
  pinched。〃
  The　chauffeur　made　no　sign　that　he　had　heard。
  Hopkins　shrugged　a　shoulder　and　chewed　at　his
  cigar；　to　which　his　teeth　had　clung　grimly　through…
  out　the　melee。
  Ten　minutes　and　the　auto　turned　into　the　open
  carriage　entrance　of　a　noble　mansion　of　brown　stone；
  and　stood　still。　　The　chauffeur　leaped　out；　and　said：
  〃Come　quick。　　The　lady；　she　will　explain。　　It　is
  the　great　honor　you　will　have；　monsieur。　　Ah；　that
  milady　could　call　upon　Armand　to　do　this　thing！
  But；　no；　I　am　only　one　chauffeur。〃
  With　vehement　gestures　the　chauffeur　conducted
  Hopkins　into　the　house。　　He　was　ushered　into　a　small
  but　luxurious　reception　chamber。　　A　lady；　young；　and
  possessing　the　beauty　of　visions；　rose　from　a　chair。
  In　her　eyes　smouldered　a　becoming　anger。　　Her　high…
  arched；　threadlike　brows　were　ruffled　into　a　delicious
  frown。
  〃Milady；〃　said　the　chauffeur；　bowing　low；　〃I　have
  the　honor　to　relate　to　you　that　I　went　to　the　house　of
  Monsieur　Long　and　found　him　to　be　not　at　home。　　As
  I　came　back　I　see　this　gentleman　in　combat　against
  bow　you　say　…　greatest　odds。　　He　is　fighting　with
  five　…　ten　…　thirty　men　…　gendarmes；　aussi。　　Yes；
  milady；　he　what　you　call　'swat'　one　…　three　…　eight
  policemans。　　If　that　Monsieur　Long　is　out　I　say　to
  myself　this　Gentleman　be　will　serve　milady　so　well；　and
  I　bring　him　here。〃
  〃Very　well；　Armand；〃　said　the　lady；　〃you　may
  go。〃　She　turned　to　Hopkins。
  〃I　sent　my　chauffeur；〃　she　said；　〃to　bring　my
  cousin；　Walter　Long。　　There　is　a　man　in　this　house
  who　has　treated　me　with　insult　and　abuse。　　I　have
  complained　to　my　aunt；　and　she　laughs　at　me。　　Ar…
  mand　says　you　are　brave。　　In　these　prosaic　days　men
  who　are　both　brave　and　chivalrous　are　few。　　May　I
  count　upon　your　assistance？〃
  John　Hopkins　thrust　the　remains　of　his　cigar　into
  his　coat　pocket。　　He　looked　upon　this　winning
  creature　and　felt　his　first　thrill　of　romance。　　It　was　a
  knightly　love；　and　contained　no　disloyalty　to　the　flat
  with　the　flea…bitten　terrier　and　the　lady　of　his　choice。
  He　bad　married　her　after　a　picnic　of　the　Lady　Label
  Stickers'　Union；　Lodge　No。　2；　on　a　dare　and　a　bet　of
  new　hats　and　chowder　all　around　with　his　friend；　Billy
  McManus。　　This　angel　who　was　begging　him　to
  come　to　her　rescue　was　something　too　heavenly　for
  chowder；　and　as　for　hats　…　golden；　jewelled　crowns
  for　her！
  〃Say；〃　said　John　Hopkins；　〃just　show　me　the　guy
  that　you've　got　the　grouch　at。　　I've　neglected　my
  talents　as　a　scrapper　heretofore；　but　this　is　my　busy
  night。〃
  〃He　is　in　there；〃　said　the　lady；　pointing　to　a
  closed　door。　　〃Come。　　Are　you　sure　that　you　do　not
  falter　or　fear？〃
  〃Me？〃　said　John　Hopkins。　　〃Just　give　me　one　of
  those　roses　in　the　bunch　you　are　wearing；　will　you？〃
  The　lady　gave　him　a　red；　red　rose。　　John　Hopkins
  kissed　it；　stuffed　it　into　his　vest　pocket；　opened　the
  door　and　walked　into　the　room。　　It　was　a　handsome
  library；　softly　but　brightly　lighted。　　A　young　man
  was　there；　reading。
  〃Books　on　etiquette　is　what　you　want　to　study；〃
  said　John　Hopkins；　abruptly。　　〃Get　up　here；　and　I'll
  give　you　some　lessors。　　Be　rude　to　a　lady；　will　you？〃
  The　young　man　looked　mildly　surprised。　　Then　he
  arose　languidly；　dextrously　caught　the　arms　of　John
  Hopkins　and　conducted　him　irresistibly　to　the　front
  door　of　the　house。
  〃Beware；　Ralph　Branscombe；〃　cried　the　lady；　who
  had　followed；　〃what　you　do　to　the　gallant　man　who
  has　tried　to　protect　me。〃
  The　young　man　shoved　John　Hopkins　gently　out
  the　door　and　then　closed　it。
  〃Bess；〃　he　said　calmly；　〃I　wish　you　would　quit
  reading　historical　novels。　　How　in　the　world　did　that
  fellow　get　in　here？〃
  〃Armand　brought　him；〃　said　the　young　lady。　　〃I
  think　you　are　awfully　mean　not　to　let　me　have　that
  St。　　Bernard。　　I　sent　Armand　for　Walter。　　I　was　so
  angry　with　you。〃
  〃Be　sensible；　Bess；〃　said　the　young　man；　taking
  her　arm。　　〃That　dog　isn't　safe。　　He　has　bitten　two
  or　three　people　around　the　kennels。　　Come　now；　let's
  go　tell　auntie　we　are　in　good　humor　again。〃
  Arm　in　arm；　they　moved　away。
  John　Hopkins　walked　to　his　flat。　　The　janitor's
  five…year…old　daughter　was　playing　on　the　steps'
  Hopkins　gave　her　a　nice；　red　rose　and　walked　up…
  stairs。
  Mrs。　Hopkins　was　philandering　with　curl…papers。
  〃Get　your　cigar？〃　she　asked；　disinterestedly。
  〃Sure；〃　said　Hopkins；　〃and　I　knocked　around　a
  while　outside。　　It's　a　nice　night。〃
  He　sat　upon　the　hornblende　sofa；　took　out　the
  stump　of　his　cigar；　lighted　it；　and　gazed　at　the　grace…
  ful　figures　in　〃The　Storm〃　on　the　opposite　wall。
  〃I　was　telling　you；〃　said　he；　〃about　Mr。
  Whipple's　suit。　　It's　a　gray；　with　an　invisible　check；
  and　it　looks　fine。〃
  A　LICKPENNY　LOVER
  There；　were　3；000　girls　in　the　Biggest　Store。
  Masie　was　one　of　them。　　She　was　eighteen　and　a
  selleslady　in　the　gents'　gloves。　　Here　she　became
  versed　in　two　varieties　of　human　beings　…　the　kind　of
  gents　who　buy　their　gloves　in　department　stores　and
  the　kind　of　women　who　buy　gloves　for　unfortunate
  gents。　　Besides　this　wide　knowledge　of　the　human
  species；　Masie　had　acquired　other　information。　　She
  had　listened　to　the　promulgated　wisdom　of　the　2；999
  other　girls　and　had　stored　it　in　a　brain　that　was　as
  secretive　and　wary　as　that　of　a　Maltese　cat。　　Per…
  haps　nature；　foreseeing　that　she　would　lack　wise
  counsellors；　had　mingled　the　saving　ingredient　of
  shrewdness　along　with　her　beauty；　as　she　has　endowed
  the　silver　fox　of　the　priceless　fur　above　the　other
  animals　with　cunning。
  For　Masie　was　beautiful。　　She　was　a　deep…tinted
  blonde；　with　the　calm　poise　of　a　lady　who　cooks　butter
  cakes　in　a　window。　　She　stood　behind　her　counter　in
  the　Biggest　Store；　and　as　you　closed　your　band　over
  the　tape…line　for　your　glove　measure　you　thought
  of　Hebe；　and　as　you　looked　again　you　wondered　how
  she　had　come　by　Minerva's　eyes。
  When　the　floorwalker　was　not　looking　Masie
  chewed　tutti　frutti；　when　he　was　looking　she　gazed
  up　as　if　at　the　clouds　and　smiled　wistfully。
  That　is　the　shopgirl　smile；　and　I　enjoin　you　to
  shun　it　unless　you　are　well　fortified　with　callosity　of
  the　heart；　caramels　and　a　congeniality　for　the　capers
  of　Cupid。　　This　smile　belonged　to　Masie's　recreation
  hours　and　not　to　the　store；　but　the　floorwalker　must
  have　his　own。　　He　is　the　Shylock　of　the　stores。
  When　be　comes　nosing　around　the　bridge　of　his　nose
  is　a　toll…bridge。　　It　is　goo…goo　eyes　or　〃git〃　when
  be　looks　toward　a　pretty　girl。　　Of　course　not　all　floor…
  walkers　are　thus。　　Only　a　few　days　ago　the　papers
  printed　news　of　one　over　eighty　years　of　age。
  One　day　Irving　Carter；　painter；　millionaire；　trav…
  eller；　poet；　automobilist；　happened　　to　enter　the　Big…
  gest　Store。　　It　is　due　to　him　to　add　that　his　visit　was
  not　voluntary。　　Filial　duty　took　him　by　the　collar　and
  dragged　him　inside；　while　his　mother　philandered
  among　the　bronze　and　terra…cotta　statuettes。
  Carter　strolled　across　to　the　glove　counter　in　order
  to　shoot　a　few　minutes　on　the　wing。　　His　need　for
  gloves　was　genuine；　be　had　forgotten　to　bring　a　pair
  with　him。　　But　his　action　hardly　calls　for　apology；　be…
  cause　be　had　never　heard　of　glove…counter　flirtations。
  As　he　neared　the　vicinity　of　his　fate　be　hesitated；
  suddenly　conscious　of　this　unknown　phase　of　Cupid's
  less　worthy　profession。
  Three　or　four　cheap　fellows；　sonorously　garbed；
  were　leaning　over　the　counters；　wrestling　with　the
  mediatorial　hand…coverings；　while　giggling　girls
  played　vivacious　seconds　to　their　lead　upon　the
  strident　string　of　coquetry。　　Carter　would　have　re…
  treated；　but　he　had　gone　too　far。　　Masie　confronted
  him　behind　her　counter　with　a　questioning　look　in
  eyes　as　coldly；　beautifully；　warmly　blue　as　the　glint
  of　summer　sunshine　on　an　iceberg　drifting　in　Southern
  seas。
  And　then　Irving　Carter；　painter；　millionaire；　etc。；
  felt　a　warm　flush　rise　to　his　aristocratically　pale　face。
  But　not　from　diffidence。　　The　blush　was　intellectual
  in　origin。　　He　knew　in　a　moment　that　he　stood　in　the
  ranks　of　the　ready…made　youths　who　wooed　the　gig…
  gling　girls　at　other　counters。　　Himself　leaned　against
  the　oaken　trysting　place　of　a　cockney　Cupid　with　a
  desire　in　his　heart　for　the　favor　of　a　glove　salesgirl。
  He　was　no　more　than　Bill　and　Jack　and　Mickey。
  And　then　be　felt　a　sudden　tolerance　for　them；　and
  an　elating；　courageous　contempt　for　the　conventions
  upon　which　he　had　fed；　and　an　unhesitating　deter…
  mination　to　have　this　perfect　creature　for　his　own。
  When　the　gloves　were　paid　for　and　wrapped　t