Chapter 1 THE MAGNET ATTRACTING--
A WAIF AMID FORCES
Chapter 2 WHAT POVERTY THREATENED--
OF GRANITE AND BRASS
Chapter 3 WEE QUESTION OF FORTUNE--
FOUR-FIFTY A WEEK
Chapter 4 THE SPENDINGS OF FANCY--
FACTS ANSWER WITH SNEERS
Chapter 5 A GLITTERING NIGHT FLOWER--
THE USE OF A NAME
Chapter 6 THE MACHINE AND THE MAIDEN--
A KNIGHT OF TODAY
Chapter 7 THE LURE OF THE MATERIAL--
BEAUTY SPEAKS FOR ITSELF
Chapter 8 INTIMATIONS BY WINTER--
AN AMBASSADOR SUMMONED
Chapter 9 CONVENTION''S OWN TINDERBOX--
THE EYE THAT IS GREEN
Chapter 10 THE COUNSEL OF WINTER--
FORTUNE''S AMBASSADOR CALLS
Chapter 11 THE PERSUASION OF FASHION--
FEELING GUARDS O''ER ITS OWN
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misgivings-and they were as plentiful as the moments of the
day-she was still happy.She could not repress her delight in doing
this little thing which，to an ordinary observer，had no importance
at all.
Hurstwood was charmed by the development of the fact that the
girl had capabilities There is nothing so inspiring in life as the
sight of a legitimate ambition， no matter how incipient.It gives
color，force，and beauty to the possessor.
Carrie was now lightened by a touch of this divine afflatus.She
drew to herself commendationca from her two admirers which she had
not earned.Their affection for her naturally heightened their
perception of what she was trying to do and their approval of what
she did.Her inexperience conserved her own exuberant fancy，which
ran riot with every straw of opportunity，making of it a golden
divining rod whereby the treasure of life was to be
discovered.
"Let''s see，" said Hurstwood，"I ought to know some of the boys in
the lodge.I''m an Elk myself."
"Oh，you mustn''t let him know I told you."
"That''s so，"said the manager.
"I''d like for you to be there，if you want to come，but I don''t see
how you can unless he asks you."
"I''ll be there，"said Hurstwood affectionately."I can fix it so he
won''t know you told me.You leave it to me."
This interest of the manager was a large thing in itself for the
performance，for his standing among the Elks was something worth
talking about.Already he was thinking of a box with some
friends，and flowers for Came.He would make it a dress-suit affair
and give the little girl a chance.
Within a day or two，Drouet dropped into the Adams Street
resort，and he was at once spied by Hurstwood.It was at five in the
afternoon and the place was crowded with merchants，
actors，managers，politicians，a goodly company of rotund，rosy
figures，silk-hatted，starchy-bosomed，beringed and bescarfpinned to
the queen''s taste.John L.Sullivan，the pugilist，was at one end of
the glittering bar， surrounded by a company of loudly dressed
sports， who were
holding a most animated conversation.Drouet came across the floor
with a festive stride，a new pair of tan shoes squeaking audibly at
his progress.
"Well，sir，" said Hurstwood， " I was wondering what had become of
you.I thought you had gone out of town again."
Drouet laughed.
"If you don''t report more regularly we''ll have to cut you off the
list."
" Couldn''t help it，"said the drummer，"I''ve been busy."
They strolled over toward the bar amid the noisy， shifting
company of notables.The dressy manager was shaken by the hand three
times in as many minutes.
"I hear your lodge is going to give a performance，" observed
Hurstwood，in the most of ihand manner.
"Yes，who told you?"
"No one，" said Hurstwood."They just sent me a couple of
tickets，which I can have for two dollars.Is it going to be any
good?"
"I don''t know，" replied the drummer."They''ve been trying to get
me to get some woman to take a part."
"I wasn''t intending to go，" said the manager easily."I''ll
subscribe，of course.How are things over there?"
"All right.They''re going to fit things up out of the
proceeds."
"Well，"said the manager，"I hope they make a success of it.
Have another?"
He did not intend to say any more.Now，if he should appear on the
scene with a few friends，he could say that he had been urged to
come along.Drouet had a desire to wipe out the possibility of
confusion.
"I think the girl is going to take a part in it，" he said
abruptly，after thinking it over.
"You don''t say so! How did that happen?"
"Well，they were short and wanted me to find them someone.I told
Carrie，and she seems to want to try."
" Good for her，" said the manager."It''ll be a real nice affair.Do
her good，too.Has she ever had any experience?"
" Not a bit."
" Oh，well，it isn''t anything very serious."
" She''s clever，though，" said Drouet， casting off any imputation
against Carrie''s ability."She picks up her part quick
enough."
"You don''t say so! " said the manager.
"Yes，sir; she surprised me the other night.By George，if she
didn''t."
" We must give her a nice little send-off，" said the
manager."I''ll look after the flowers."
Drouet smiled at his good nature.
"After the show you must come with me and we''ll have a little
supper."
"I think she''ll do all right，"said Drouet.
"I want to see her.She''s got to do all right.We''ll make her，" and
the manager gave one of his quick， steely half-smlles， which was a
compound of good nature and shrewdness.
Carrie， meanwhile， attended the first rehearsal.At this
performance Mr.Quincel presided，aided by Mr.Millice，a young man who
had some qualifications of past experience，which were not exactly
understood by any one.He was so experienced and so businesslike，how
ever，that he came very near being rude-failing to rememberias
resort，and he was at once spied by Hurstwood.It was at five in
the
afternoon and the place was crowded with merchants，
actors，managers，politiaans，a goodly company of rotund，rosy
figures，silk-hatted，starchy-bosomed，beringed and bescarfpinned to
the queen''s taste.John L.Sullivan，the pugilist，was at one end of
the glittering bar， surrounded by a corupany of loudly dressed
sports， who were holding a most animated conversation.Drouet came
across the floor
with a festive stride，a new pair of tan shoes squeaking audibly
at his progress.
" Well，sir， " said Hurstwood， "I was wondering what had become of
you.I thought you had gone out of town again."
Drouet laughed.
"If you don''t report more regularly we''ll have to cut you off the
list."
" Couldn''t help it，" said the drummer，"I''ve been busy."
They strolled over toward the bar amid the noisy， shifting
company of notables.The dressy manager was shaken by the hand three
times in as many minutes.
"I hear your lodge is going to give a performance，" observed
Hurstwood，in the most offthand manner.
"Yes，who told you?"
"No one，" said Hurstwood."They just sent me a couple of
tickets，which I can have for two dollars.Is it going to be any
good?"
"I don''t know，" replied the drummer."They''ve been trying to get
me to get some woman to take a part."
"I wasn''t intending to go，" said the manager easily."I''ll
subscribe，of course.How are things over there?"
"All right.They''re going to fit things up out of the
proceeds."
"Well，"said the manager，"I hope they make a success of it.
Have another?"
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