o insisted upon Mrs. Courtney coming in to
look over the materials.

The two plotters could hardly keep from hugging each other when they knew
that both friends were coming, and the opportunity of having them meet
and fall in love with each other was given at last.

But they did not allow for Fate.

There happened to be a socialistic parade of demonstration against work,
or some such complaint, that noon; and just as the parade reached that
section of Fifth Avenue where the Ashby Shops were located, the police
held up all vehicular traffic. All cars were diverted from the Avenue to
side streets, but those unfortunate cars caught just at the point of
crossing the street, had to back and wait until those behind had backed
out of the congestion, before they could slowly make their way out.

Mrs. Courtney's chauffeur had just attempted to cross the Avenue in order
to turn in front of the Ashby Shops, when the signal came and all
traffic, up or down or cross-town, was held up until the parade should
have passed. Mrs. Courtney was furious.

"Back out and we'll go around a side street to get to my destination,"
spoke she to the chauffeur.

The man glanced in the mirror to see if the way behind was open, and
finding no car directly in his pathway, he began to quickly back out. In
the moment he took his eye from the reflector, another car shot up close
to Mrs. Courtney's automobile; thus her driver backed suddenly into the
newly arrived car behind.

There was a smash of lamps, a grinding of fenders and the interlocking of
back and front bumpers. The passengers were rudely thrown from the
luxurious cushioned seats, and Mrs. Courtney had her new imported hat
crushed out of shape.

The two chauffeurs jumped down and began to blame each other for the
accident; Mr. Dalken managed to pick himself up from the floor of his
limousine and step stiffly out to learn who was to blame. Mrs. Courtney
was sure she was in the right; and when the handsome gentleman came up to
her car to tell her she had a stupid chauffeur, for he should have looked
well before backing so recklessly into the congested tangle of cars
behind him, she resented his charge.

While Mr. Dalken stood beside Mrs. Courtney's car trying to convince her
she was in the wrong, the two chauffeurs began to use their fists upon
each other. Then, in a few minutes' time, the officer stationed at the
corner to maintain order for the paraders, rushed up and arrested both
co