She was pretty, a little thing with brown eyes and brown hair. She
wore the most babyish dress made in empire, and it was evident she
knew something about making up for good effect on the stage.
Applause instantly greeted Mabel, and Jack was not the one who first
tired of clapping his hands. This pleased Miss Jeannette immensely,
and she did not fail to express her pleasure to those about her.
The dark man in the seat across the aisle glanced first at the stage
and then at the seat where the elderly lady sat. Jack was watching
him, and noted his peculiar glances. Presently Mabel started to
sing. Her voice was sweet, and her stage manners attractive.
"Isn't she lovely!" exclaimed Bess to Ed. "I do believe she is
studying for the stage."
"Shouldn't wonder," replied the young man under his breath. Then
the girl finished the song and bowed with such pretty piquancy that
everybody demanded more of her talent.
Jack was still watching the dark man. As the girl left the platform
the latter left his seat and went outside of the pavilion.
Presently a messenger tapped Miss Blake on the shoulder, "Your niece
wishes to speak to you," the boy said, and at that Jeanette Blake
also left her seat and the room.
"Something mysterious about that," said Jack to Hazel, "and I
propose seeing it out if I can. I will take you over to the others,
and run outside.
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