o which were stuck numerous magazine portraits of the masculine and
feminine talent adorning the American stage, a preponderance of the
music hall variety. There were pictures of other artists whom the
recondite would have recognized as "movie" stars, amazing yet veridic
stories of whose wealth Lise read in the daily press: all possessed
limousines--an infallible proof, to Lise, of the measure of artistic
greatness. Between one of these movie millionaires and an ex-legitimate
lady who now found vaudeville profitable was wedged the likeness of a
popular idol whose connection with the footlights would doubtless be
contingent upon a triumphant acquittal at the hands of a jury of her
countrymen, and whose trial for murder, in Chicago, was chronicled daily
in thousands of newspapers and followed by Lise with breathless interest
and sympathy. She was wont to stare at this lady while dressing and
exclaim:--"Say, I hope they put it all over that district attorney!"

To such sentiments, though deeply felt by her sister, Janet remained
cold, though she was, as will be seen, capable of enthusiasms. Lise was
a truer daughter of her time and country in that she had the national
contempt for law, was imbued with the American hero-worship of criminals
that caused the bombardment of Cora Wellman's jail with candy, fruit and
flowers and impassioned letters. Janet recalled there had been others
before Mrs. Wellman, caught within the meshes of the law, who had
incited in her sister a similar partisanship.

It was Lise who had given the note of ornamentation to the bedroom.
Against the cheap faded lilac and gold wall-paper were tacked
photo-engravings that had taken the younger sister's fancy: a young
man and woman, clad in scanty bathing suits, seated side by side in a
careening sail boat,--the work of a popular illustrator whose manly and
womanly "types" had become national ideals.

There were other drawings, if not all by the same hand, at least by
the same school; one, sketched in bold strokes, of a dinner party in
a stately neo-classic dining-room, the table laden with flowers and
silver, the bare-throated women with jewels. A more critical eye than
Lise's, gazing upon this portrayal of the Valhalla of success, might
have detected in the young men, immaculate in evening dress, a certain
effort to feel at home, to converse naturally, which their square jaws
and square shoulders belied. This was no doubt the fault of the artist's
mode