hotel called the Angel, he had heard from a barmaid a vivid account of

a Young Lady in Grey. Descriptions tallied. But who was the man in

brown? "The poor, misguided girl! I must go to her at once," she said,

choking, and rising with her hand to her heart.

"It's impossible to-night. There are no more trains. I looked on my

way."

A mother's love," she said. "I bear her THAT."

I know you do." He spoke with feeling, for no one admired his

photographs of scenery more than Mrs. Milton. "It's more than she

deserves."

"Oh, don't speak unkindly of her! She has been misled."

It was really very friendly of him. He declared he was only sorry his

news ended there. Should he follow them, and bring her back? He had come

to her because he knew of her anxiety. "It is GOOD of you," she said,

and quite instinctively took and pressed his hand. "And to think of that

poor girl--tonight! It's dreadful." She looked into the fire that she

had lit when he came in, the warm light fell upon her dark purple dress,

and left her features in a warm shadow. She looked such a slight, frail

thing to be troubled so. "We must follow her." Her resolution seemed

magnificent. "I have no one to go with me."

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