went by the name of Dickey Deane.

"I say, McDonald," he whispered eagerly, when he had dragged Donald
aside, "don't you hail from Glenoro, or some such place, and don't you
occasionally masquerade under the title of Neil?"

Donald confessed that he was guilty on both counts.

The young man slapped him joyously upon the back. "By Jove!" he cried
enthusiastically, "I've found you at last! Come along here, my Eureka;
there's a young lady here waiting to fall down and worship you. Didn't
you pull the Reverend Egerton out of a hole in the ice at Christmas?
You close beggar, why couldn't you tell people? And Jack Egerton's
your minister! Well, Jupiter, wouldn't that drive anyone to drink!
You'll know all about Miss Weir-Huntley, then. She's had me doing
amateur detective work for nearly a week, running down a glorious hero
by the name of Neil. I didn't know you had to travel incog. Come
along here; you may be a questionable character, for all I know, but
she thinks you're Neptune's own son. There she is, under the lamps,
the goddess in pale green. Isn't she a stunner? Don't you wish you
had let the Reverend Jack go under?"

Donald's grip brought the young man's headlong progress to a sudden
termination. His brain was in a whirl. The young lady's name had
awakened vague memories of Glenoro gossip.

"Hold on there," he said firmly, "what are you raving about? Who is
Miss Weir-Huntley anyway, and what under the canopy does she want with
me?"

"Why, you unshorn, backwoods lamb, she's the belle of Toronto! She's
Jack Egerton's dearly-beloved, and finally and most important of all,
she's the faithful and adoring worshipper of your glorious self!"

But Donald was in no mood for levity. He looked across the heads of
the crowd at the regal young woman beneath the chandelier. "Do you
mean to tell me," he asked, "that she's engaged to--to marry our
minister, Mr. Egerton?"

"Why, of course. Everybody knows that. She's waiting till he gets
famous. Don't faint! By Jove, old fellow, I believe you're hit
already! All the fellows get that way over her; I'm a chronic case
myself. Cheer up; shouldn't wonder if she'd throw Jack over for you.
She's awfully taken with you already, and when she sees you----" He
broke off with an extravagant gesture of admiration which was not
altogether feigned.

Donald did not notice him; he was asking himself why he had not let the
double-dealing cad drown, but the next moment