face grew troubled. He would admit that the heiress was "good fun," but refrained from more enthusiastic comment.
But there was only a week of this hero-worship. Then the sky fell, and Jim passed out of the lime-light into comparative oblivion.
Katie Glaston came over from Chicago one day, and as she knew Gladys and Mary she was joyfully welcomed to the select circle of "the bunch." And of course one of her first experiences was to run against Jim and Clara on the board walk. They were bound for a boat ride and the girls halted them long enough to graciously introduce the "hero" to Katie.
She acknowledged the introduction with marked coldness.
"Glaston?" said Jim, reminiscently; "any relation to D. B. Glaston?"
"He is my father, sir," said the young lady, and turned her back to speak with Betty.
