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Show a r I c c b ti; u n r a c c I r c i A Suppressed Laugh Came from the , Direction of the Music Room. ) was a painter of miniatures, young. 1 good looking, successful. 1 "What's up?" she asked, seeing Mrs. : Fairfax seated alone in slate. - "Oh, Valeska again. He proposes 1 as regularly as the sun sets. I am going back to America just to escape 3 him." "Pretty widows with generous in- ( comes do not grow on bushes," remarked re-marked her friend, dryly. "You must 1 try some other plan than going back to America. Why not marry Ned Randolph?" Ran-dolph?" 1 "Ned Randolph has long ago forgotten for-gotten a pretty widow with more ' money than brains." 1 "What rubbish!" Miss Robins 1 helped herself to a slice of bread and butter. "Of course you will marry 1 Randolph, Cicely. He is awfully fond 1 of you." Mrs. Fairfax shook her head. "I tell you is Is no use, Bobbie. He has long ago become disgusted with this frightfully frivolous widow." "I'll wager anything that you marry him before June," cried Roberta. "Now, you know, Cicely, you are fond of Ned. And you can't deny that he followed you all the way from New York to Rome. Now, my dear girl, I have the greatest idea a sure way to l patch up everything between you and r Ned Randolph. You know you have treated Ned shabbily, dear girl." "Well, we'll let it go at that," sighed Mrs. Fairfax, pouring the tea. "You must ask Valeska to breakfast at the Casino Wednesday morning" began Roberta. "And give him another chance to propose? Thank you, but I much prefer pre-fer not, Bobble." "And lose Ned forever?" Mrs. Fairfax played with the teacups. tea-cups. "Certainly, a breakfast with Valeska does not sound inviting," shJ confessed. 1 "But Ned Randolph," cried Mis; Robins, dangling the prize before her friend's eyes. "Oh, well, go on, ask Valeska t breakfast Wednesday morning wha next?" "At the Casino?" - "Yes, yes." "You will breakfast on the ba cony overlooking the new golf llnu the south balcony, you know. CI course you will be particularly fascii atlng, coquettish, laughing, you knof |