The story of a man to whom life was literally "a dream and a forgetting." Through an accident and robbery he forgets his past and even his name, and the only clue he has to his lost identity is a rusty key left upon his person. With this sole link he strives to unlock the door of yesterday, and his adventures, without guiding star or compass, make the story, into which is woven a love affair, a case of mistaken identity, and a South American revolution.
smile, "you will, after all, have to fall back on me--I have seen him."
"You," demurred the debutante with a disappointed frown, " are only a man. What does a man know about another man?"
"The celebrity," went on Mr. Bellton, ignoring the charge of inefficiency, " avoids women." He paused to laugh. " He was telling Steele that he had come to paint landscape, and I am afraid he will have to be brought lagging into your presence."
"It seems rather brutal to drag him here," suggested Anne Preston. " I, for one, am willing to spare him the ordeal."
"However," pursued Mr. Bellton with some zest of recital, " I have warned him. I told him what dangerous batteries of eyes he must encounter. It seemed to me unfair to let him charge into the lists of loveliness all unarmed--with his heart behind no shield."
"And he . . . how did he take your warning?" demanded Miss Buford.
"I think it is his craven idea to avoid the danger and retreat at the first opportunity. He said that he