ch of either."

"How can I find out where he is to speak to-night? He does not know I'm
here and I want to surprise him."

"We've got some hand bills here."

"Thanks! I'll be here until to-morrow night."

She went to her own sitting-room which Trent was supposed to use during
her absence. She ventured into his rooms, which looked unused and
cheerless. She had a bath, dressed with unusual care, dined alone in her
room studying Paul's itinerary between bites. Eight meetings announced
him as headliner, with Cooper Union as the climax. She shook her head
over it; he would be dead of weariness.

At eight o'clock she called a taxi and started to the first meeting. She
could not get within a block of the place. She tried the next and the
next with the same results, so she ordered the driver to Cooper Union,
hoping to beat the crowd there, as Paul was not announced until late.

She paid her man and joined the mass of people wedged into a solid block
of resistance before the building.

"Is the hall full?" she asked the policeman.

"Full? Sure, it's been full since six o'clock, Ma'am."

"What's the attraction?"

"Paul Trent, the nixt governor, is speakin' here to-night."

"He must be popular."

"Sure he's popular. He's got the right dope, that feller. He's the
people's ch'ice, all roight, all roight."

"I couldn't possibly get in there, could I?"

"The governor's wife couldn't git in. If ye had a platform ticket ye
might get in there."

"How do I get to the platform door?"

"I'll get ye through. Have yer ticket ready."

He pushed and beat a way for her to the stage door, which was guarded by
a fellow officer.

"Tickut, lady?" he demanded.

"I want to see Mr. John Kent."

"He's Trent's manager. He's with him at the other meetings."

"Who has this meeting in charge?"

"If ye haven't got yer tickut, it's no use," he said, inspecting her
suspiciously.

"The idea of one Irishman sayin' no use to another," she laughed.

"Are ye Irish?"

"Phwat's the matter with yer eyes, man?"

He grinned.

"Give me your pencil."

He obeyed. She wrote on her card and handed it to him. "You get that to
the chairman of the meeting."

He read it deliberately.

"Fer the love av the green!" said he. "'Tis yersilf. I seen ye at the
Comedy Theatre onct. Well, well!"

The chairman himself hurried to the door to meet her in reply to the
summons.

"Miss Garratry-- I should say, Mrs. Trent, this is a pleasure."

"I'd