“You have much to console you for a single disappointment in love. You are beautiful and rich, and you can have great success as an actress if you wish to----” “That is an old story. I do not wish to hear any more--not that I believe what you have told me! It is all jargon--he shall make up with me!” muttered the proud, beautiful creature, tearing her hand from madame’s, and flinging out of the room in a rage. As Jessie opened the door for her exit she gave the girl one keen, disdainful glance, whispering to herself like one distraught: “A lovely blonde! But she shall rue the day she comes between us!” She swept out of the house like a beautiful fury, and Jessie sighed. “She must be very unhappy in spite of her silks and jewels!” Then she forgot the haughty beauty in tender thoughts of the man who had preceded her--“my lover” she already called him softly to herself. Ah, they give their faith too oft, To the careless wooer; Maidens’ hearts are always soft, Would that men’s were truer! It seemed long to Jessie till four o’clock sounded, though she was kept busy with the customers coming and going all day, eager to know their fate and fortune from the palmist. But at last business hours were over, and Jessie and her employer lunched frugally, after which the madame said kindly: “Now you may get ready for your drive with Mr. Laurier, for it is on the stroke of four o’clock.” There was no getting ready for a girl who possessed but one gown, except to bathe her face and hands and rearrange her wealth of sunshiny tresses in the loose plait in the back, then affected by girls of her age. This done, Jessie placed on her charming head the black sailor hat madame had bought her, while she sighed to herself: “I fear my dress is not fine enough for a drive in the park with such a grand, rich gentleman as Mr. Laurier. Perhaps his fashionable friends will laugh at me. I wonder why he cares to take me with him like this, when he could have his pick of grand, rich girls like the one that came to have her fortune told this morning!” The bell clanged loudly, and she flew with a beating heart to the door, her cheeks glowing, her eyes shining with the tenderest love light. She had not the slightest doubt but that it was Frank Laurier waiting outside. She opened the door quickly, with a smile of welcome on her coral lips. Oh, how quickly the glad smile faded when she saw instead the young man who had recommended her to this place but yesterday--the dispossess agent. He was dressed very fine in a loud, flashy style, and smiled patronizingly at lovely Jessie, exclaiming: “Ah! Miss Jessie, how sweet you look. That new dress is very becoming. Now, don’t you feel grateful to me for getting you this nice place with my aunt? I didn’t tell you Madame Barto is my aunt, did I? My name is Carey Doyle, and I came to take you for a nice little walk, if you will go with me.”