ight back there--in the prescription department," a clerk said. "Which
of you is ill?"

"Neither one!" cried Estelle. "We want him for a man out at Oak Farm.
He's been shot--an accident in the play. Tell him to hurry, please, and
then show us some way of getting out through a side door. I can't face
that crowd--this way," and she looked down at her elaborate hoop-skirted
costume, which might have been all right in the days of sixty-three, but
which was unique at the present time.

"What's the trouble?" asked Dr. Wherry, coming from behind the
ground-glass partition. "Oh, Miss DeVere and Miss Brown!" he went on as
he recognized the moving picture girls. "Is some one hurt?"

They told him quickly what the trouble was, and he cried:

"I'll go at once. You'd better come back with me in the auto if you
don't want to run the gauntlet of the staring crowd. I'll bring my
machine around to the side door."

"What about the horse we drove over?" asked Alice.

"I'll have Mr. Pertell send a man for that."

The girls, in their curiosity-exciting costumes, managed to slip out the
side door and into the doctor's automobile without attracting the
attention of the crowd. Then they made the trip back in good time and
comfort.

"And to think we never for a moment thought of changing our things!"
cried Alice, when they were at Oak Farm again.

"Or even of rubbing off some of the make-up," added Estelle. "But we
were so excited--at least I was--when I saw the poor fellow hurt. I hope
it is not serious."

"No, he's lost a little blood, that's all," said Dr. Wherry. "But I
thought you were used to such scenes, Miss Brown, coming from the West,
as you did."

"I from the West? Oh, yes, I have been there. Come on, Alice, let's see
if they still want us for anything, and, if they don't, we'll change our
clothes," and Estelle seemed glad of a chance to hurry away.

"I wonder," said Alice to her sister afterward, "whether she is really
so squeamish as she pretends, or if she doesn't want it known that she
is from the West?"

"It's hard to say. Estelle is acting more and more queerly every day, I
think."

"So do I. Though I am quite in love with her. She has such a sweet
disposition."

"Yes, she is a lovely girl. I only wish there wasn't that bit of mystery
about her."

"And it is a mystery," went on Alice. "Every once in a while I catch
Lieutenant Varley looking at her, when he thinks he isn't observed, and
he shakes his head a