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Amused outsiders, they watched the growth of swift flirtations, passed comments on the overdressed women, joined in the latest Orpheum songs which started when the cheap wine made music in the throat, chucked quarters into the banjoes of the two negro minstrels who came in at eight o'clock to stimulate merriment.

Carroll said perplexedly. "B-r-r-r-r! How cold it is!" "This is rotten," Jimmy said bitterly. "And all the fellows are going to the Orpheum to-night too!" he added enviously. "It's warm here compared to the bedroom," Susan, who had been investigating, said simply. "The blankets feel wet, they're so cold!" "And too wet for a camp-fire " mused the mother. "And the stage gone!" Billy added.

Cherry was now lazily reading a magazine; Peter had built a little pen of tiny blocks. "I'll go you!" Alix said, with spirit. But the game was rather a languid one, nevertheless, and when it was over they gathered yawning about the mantel, ready to disperse for the night. "And to-morrow night we dine in town and go to the Orpheum?" Alix asked, for the plan had been suggested at dinner-time.

Billy, beside her somewhat lachrymose aunt and cousins, shone out, during this visit, as Susan had never known him to do before. He looked splendidly big and strong and well, well groomed and erect in carriage, and she liked the little compliment he paid her in postponing the German lesson that should have filled the evening, and dressing himself in his best to take her to the Orpheum.

She had caused the Orpheum electrician to remove the chandelier; with her own hands, she had painted the woodwork a deep, rich cream-colour; she had ripped out the gas-logs and found what no one had ever suspected a practicable flue; and she had put in a basket grate which in the later season would glow with cheerful coals.

"Would you do it if you were in my place?" "Would I lie down like a yellow dog, and let people say I hadn't sand enough to stop a wristwatch?" "I know, but Bob the Orpheum!" "I know, but Henry don't you sort of owe it to Mr. Starkweather? You wouldn't have put on this milk-fed expression if he'd soaked it to you himself, would you?" At this precise instant, Henry was required on the telephone.

Professor Frühlingsvogel happened to know another Dutchman here who conducts an orchestra at the Orpheum, and he sent us to you. He said you knew all the swell set and could start a benefit going if anybody in town could." "Yes," said Bobby, smiling; "Schmirdonner telephoned me just a few minutes ago that the Herr Professor Frühlingsvogel would be up to see me, and asked me to do what I could.

But if the League went out and interfered with an educational and sort of religious program with a collection for charity, we'd " "Yes, but my dear woman, would we sanction a dance for charity? A poker-party? A wine-supper? We " "But there won't be any dancing or drinking or card-playing at the Orpheum, will there?" He lost his temper. "What's the matter with you? Can't you see ?"

It was barely twenty minutes ago that Mr. Mix had risen to welcome the man who was to save his credit and his reputation; but during those twenty minutes Mr. Mix, who had felt that he was sitting on top of the world, had been unceremoniously shot off into space. Quietly, overnight he had located a purchaser for the Orpheum, and as soon as Henry's name had been safe on the dotted line, Mr.

"No men?" she asked, sharing her grapefruit with her mail. "Peter had to go to San Rafael with Mr. Thomas in his car, to do something about the case," Alix explained. "I drove them down, and at the last minute Martin decided to go. So I marketed, and got the mail, and came back, and the understanding is that we are to meet them at the St. Francis for dinner, at six, and go to the Orpheum."