e whom it will be worth your while to know."
"Who is she?--for it is a woman, of course."
"Yes, sir, it is a woman; she is the wife of the mayor."
"The wife of the mayor of Boomville stage-struck?"
"In the worst way, Mr. Wattles; she believes herself the only legitimate successor of Charlotte Cushman."
"They all do. Well, what has all this to do with your scheme?"
"A good deal. Mrs. Anderson--that is her name--is very anxious to appear on the professional stage."
"Why can't you give her a chance?"
"Eh? I? How?"
"Send her word that one of your actresses has been taken suddenly ill, and ask her to take her place. She'll do it, take my word for that, and all Boomville will go to see her."
"Well, you must be crazy, young man," said Mr. Wattles, in a tone of disgust. "So that is your scheme, is it?"
"That is part of it."
"Well, it won't work."
"For a dozen reasons. If I had two or three