deal of attention, and drove the young Irishman nearly crazy with her smiles and coquetries.  Lord Hardy took her and her husband to drive, every day, in the most stylish turn-out the place afforded, and took them to Nice and Mentone, and introduced them to some friends of his who were staying at the latter place, and of whose acquaintance, slight as it was, Daisy made capital ever after.  The adventuress was developing fast in her, and Lord Hardy was her willing tool, always at her beck and nod, and going everywhere with her except into the play-room itself.  From that place he was debarred, for at Monte Carlo they have decreed that no male under age shall enter the charmed spot, and Teddy was not twenty-one, and had said so to the man in the office, and after that neither persuasions nor bribes were of any avail.

“Better have lied straight out,” more than one hard old man said to him, but Ted Hardy could not lie straight out, and so he staid out and waited around disconsolately for Daisy, whom fortune sometimes favored and sometimes deserted.

One day she lost everything, and came out greatly perturbed, to report her ill-luck to “Teddy,” as she called him now.

“It’s a shame that I can’t go in.  I could loan you some, you know,” Lord Hardy said; and Daisy replied: 

“Yes; ’tis an awful shame!” Then after a moment she added; “Teddy, I’ve been thinking.  I expect my Cousin Sue from Bangor every day.”

“Ye-es,” Teddy replied, slowly, and thinking at once that a cousin Sue might be de trop.  “Is she nice?  How does she look?—­any like you?”

“No; more like you, Ted.  She is about your height—­you are not tall, you know; her hair is just the color of yours, and curls just like it, while her eyes are the same.  Dress you in her clothes, and you might pass for her.”

“By Jove!  I see.  When will she be here?” Teddy asked, and Daisy replied: 

“Just as soon as you can buy me some soft woollen goods to make her a suit, and a pair of woman’s gloves and boots which will fit you, and a switch of hair to match yours. Comprenez vous?”

“You bet I do!” was the delighted answer; and within twenty-four hours the soft woolen goods, and the boots, and gloves, and switch of hair, and sundry other articles pertaining to a woman’s toilet, were in Daisy’s room, from which, during the next day, issued shrieks of laughter, almost too loud to be strictly lady-like, as Daisy fitted the active little Irishman, and instructed him how to demean himself as cousin Sue from Bangor.

Two days later, and there sat, side by side, at the roulette table, two fair-haired English girls, as they seemed to be, and nobody suspected the truth, or dreamed of the ruse which had succeeded admirably and admitted to forbidden ground young Lord Hardy, who, in the new dress which fitted him perfectly, and with Daisy’s linen collar, and cuffs, and neck-tie, and one of Daisy’s hats perched on