A charming little lady by the name of Bambi visited you last year, with promises of fun and good cheer to all who would read her. This year her sister, "Bob" Garratry, is with us, an original and sparkling, clever, charming Irish girl who, from the bottom rungs, climbs slowly but surely up the ladder of success until she is the best loved actress on the American stage. But life is empty and vain for Barbara, until her strange compact with Paul Trent—their "dual alliance," and what grows out of it. Finally Barbara, her problem solved, takes part in a thrilling campaign which puts her husband in the chair of Governor of the State.
er as if she had never seen him before. His handsome, aquiline profile was toward her as he gazed at the crowds passing. What was in his mind? Was he, too, longing to run?
"It's getting colder. People are scurrying," he said casually. She steadied at his calm tone. A new courage, a new sense of adventure began to stir in her.
They said very little on the drive; in fact, except for necessary questions they were almost entirely silent until they walked out of the courthouse, man and wife. Trent put her into the cab, gave an order, and got in after her. She looked at him intently: so much depended on these first few minutes.
"Well, partner," he smiled, and took her gloved hand in a firm clasp for a minute. Her sigh of relief made him smile again, and then they both laughed. "I told him to go to my apartment. We'll make some tea and I'll pack a bag. I'd better join you at the hotel."
"Your apartment is too----"
"You couldn't be comfortable there with your maid."