BOOKBINDERS AND PRINTERS
BROOKLYN, N. Y.
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
| I | Dan Blair | [1] |
| II | The Duchess Approves | [21] |
| III | The Blairtown Soloist | [28] |
| IV | In The Coral Room | [31] |
| V | At The Carlton | [47] |
| VI | Galorey Seeks Advice | [55] |
| VII | At The Stage Entrance | [70] |
| VIII | Dan’s Simplicity | [76] |
| IX | Disappointment | [85] |
| X | The Boy From My Town | [94] |
| XI | Ruggles Gives a Dinner | [109] |
| XII | The Green Knight | [128] |
| XIII | The Face of Letty Lane | [135] |
| XIV | From India’s Coral Strands | [155] |
| XV | Galorey Gives Advice | [174] |
| XVI | The Musicale Program | [187] |
| XVII | Letty Lane Sings | [199] |
| XVIII | A Woman’s Way | [207] |
| XIX | Dan Awakes | [214] |
| XX | A Hand Clasp | [225] |
| XXI | Ruggles Returns | [231] |
| XXII | What Will You Take? | [234] |
| XXIII | In the Sunset Glow | [242] |
| XXIV | Ruggles’ Offer | [250] |
| XXV | Letty Lane Runs Away | [268] |
| XXVI | White and Coral | [274] |
| XXVII | At Maxim’s | [290] |
| XXVIII | Such Stuff as Dreams | [299] |
| XXIX | The Picture of It All | [304] |
| XXX | Sodawater Fountain Girl | [309] |
| XXXI | In Reality | [315] |
| XXXII | The Prince Accepts | [319] |
| XXXIII | The Things Above Ground | [322] |
THE GIRL FROM HIS TOWN
CHAPTER I—DAN BLAIR
The fact that much he said, because of his unconscionable slang, was incomprehensible did not take from the charm of his conversation as far as the Duchess of Breakwater was concerned. The brightness of his expression, his quick, clear look upon them, his beautiful young smile, his not too frequent laugh, his “new gayness,” as the duchess called his high spirits, his supernal youth, his difference, credited him with what nine-tenths of the human race lack—charm.
His tone was not too crudely western; neither did he suggest the ultra East with which they were familiar. American women went down well enough with them, but American men were unpopular, and when the visitor arrived, Lady Galorey did not even announce him to the party gathered for “the first shoot.”
The others were in the armory when the ninth gun, a young chap, six feet of him, blond as the wheat, cleanly set up and very good to look at, came in with Lily, Duchess of Breakwater. Lady Galorey, his hostess, greeted them.