s coming back along the road, with her riding-hat on the back of
her head and a gleam in her eye that I knew well enough was a gleam of
triumph.

She halted the thing beside me and looked down with a patronizing air.

"He's a trifle nervous this morning," she said calmly. "Hasn't been
worked enough. Good horse, though,--very neat jump."

Then she rode on and out through the gates, ignoring Aggie's pitiful
wail and scorning the leading-string the instructor offered.

We reached Glacier Park without difficulty, although Tish insisted on
talking to the most ordinary people on the train, and once, losing her,
we found her in the drawing-room learning to play bridge, although not a
card-player, except for casino. Though nothing has ever been said, I
believe she learned when too late that they were playing for money, as
she borrowed ten dollars from me late in the afternoon and was looking
rather pale.

"What do you think?" she said, while I was getting the money from the
safety pocket under my skirt. "The young man who knocked me down on the
ice that day is on the train. I've just exchanged a few words with him.
He was not much hurt, although unconscious for a short time. His name is
Bell--James C. Bell."

Soon after that Tish brought him to us, and we had a nice talk. He said
he had not been badly hurt on the ice, although he got a cut on the
forehead from Tish's skate, requiring two stitches.

After a time he and Aggie went out on the platform, only returning when
Aggie got a cinder in her eye.

"Just think," she said as he went for water to use in my eye-cup, "he
is going to meet the girl he is in love with out at the park. She has
been there for four weeks. They are engaged. He is very much in love. He
didn't talk of anything else."

She told him she had confided his tender secret to us, and instead of
looking conscious he seemed glad to have three people instead of one to
talk to about her.

"You see, it's like this," he said: "She is very good looking, and in
her town a moving-picture company has its studio. That part's all right.
I suppose we have to have movies. But the fool of a director met her at
a party, and said she would photograph well and ought to be with them.
He offered her a salary, and it went to her head. She's young," he
added, "and he said she could be as great a hit as Mary Pickford."

"How sad!" said Aggie. "But of course she refused?"

"Well, no, she liked the idea. It got me worried.