Jimmy got off the train at Elmore, a little town in Arkansas. A young lady crossed the street, passed him at the corner, and entered a door over which was the sign "Elmore Bank." Jimmy Valentine looked into her eyes, forgot at once what he was, and became another man. She lowered her eyes and coloured slightly. Young men of Jimmy's style were rare in Elmore. Jimmy caught a boy who was loafing on the steps of the bank, and began to question him about the town, giving him dimes now and then. By and by the young lady came out, and went on her way. "Isn't that Miss Polly Simpson?" asked Jimmy. "No," said the boy. "That's Annabel Adams. Her pa owns this bank." Jimmy went to the Planters Hotel, gave his name as Ralph D. Spencer, and took a room. He told the clerk that he had come to Elmore to look for a business opening. How was the shoe trade? Was there an opening? The clerk was impressed by the clothes and manner of Jimmy, and answered with respect. Yes, there ought to be a good opening in the shoe line. There was no shoe store in the town; the dry-goods and general stores handled them. Business in all lines was fair. He hoped that Mr. Spencer would decide to stay in Elmore. Mr. Spencer would. He would stay in the town a few days and look over the situation. No, he need not call the boy. He would carry up his suitcase himself; it was rather heavy. Mr. Ralph Spencer, the phoenix that rose from Jimmy Valentine's ashes — ashes left by the flame of a sudden and changing love — remained in Elmore and prospered. He opened a shoe store and built up a fine trade. Socially he was also a success, and made many friends. And he won the wish of his heart. He met Miss Annabel Adams, and grew more and more in love with her.