Mary Conway was a nonentity in Mrs. Scott's New York genteel boarding house. She had never had a beau. Andy Donovan, a new boarder, caused her first flutter and regret for her unattractiveness. A description in a lurid novel of the grief-stricken heroine and the attention she attracted in her garb of woe gives Mary an idea and - two weeks later she appears fashionably attired in Fifth avenue mourning - and weeps forth a tale to the now sympathetic Andy of a dead fiancé, the Count Mazzini. "Young men are grave-diggers by nature," and Andy hurriedly dug her heart up out of that grave. A month later is their wedding day - Mary is radiant but Andy is gloomy. The cause, he explains, is that his very influential friend, Big Jim Sullivan, cannot come to the wedding. This fact causes Mary more anxiety until Andy asks: "Do you care as much for me as you do for the count?" Mary had almost forgotten the count, but now the past rises up to hurt, and at last she confesses that there never was a count, the picture in the locket was from a photographer's shop, and it was all a lie. As Mary is pronounced Andy's wife, Andy, with twinkling eyes, introduces the original of the picture in the locket - Big Jim Sullivan.