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  “Iapologizeforthatbeforehand。Well,thatfirstnightIsawayoungmanlookingveryanxious,veryuncomfortable,andveryweak。

  Thesecondtime——andnotverylongafter——Isawhimwelldressed,lounginglikeanyotheryoungmanonaSundayafternoon,andI

  believedthathetookthelibertyofbowingtomethenbecauseI

  hadoncelookedathimunderamisapprehension。“

  “Oh,MissAvondale!“

  “ThenItookamorecharitableview,andcametotheconclusionthatthefirstnighthehadbeendrinking。But,“sheadded,withafaintsmileatRandolph’slugubriousface,“Iapologize。Andyouhavehadyourrevenge;forifIcutyouonaccountofyoursmartclothes,youhavetriedtodomeakindnessonaccountofmyplainones。“

  “Oh,MissAvondale,“burstoutRandolph,“ifyouonlyknewhowsorryandindignantIwasatthebank——when——youknow——theotherday“——hestammered。“IwantedtogowithyoutoMr。Revelstoke,youknow,whohadbeensogeneroustome,andIknowhewouldhavebeenproudtobefriendyouuntilyouheardfromyourfriends。“

  “AndIamverygladyoudidnothingsofoolish,“saidtheyoungladyseriously,“or“——withasmile——“Ishouldhavebeenstillmoreaggravatingtoyouwhenwemet。Thebankwasquiteright。NorhaveIanypatheticstorylikeyours。Someyearsagomylittlehalf-cousinwhomyousawlosthismotherandwasputinmychargebyhisfather,withacertainsumtomycredit,tobeexpendedformyselfandthechild。Ilivedwithanuncle,withwhom,forsomefamilyreasons,thechild’sfatherwasnotongoodterms,andthismoneyandthechargeofthechildwerethereforeintrustedentirelytome;perhaps,also,becauseBobbyandIwerefondofeachotherandIwasafriendofhismother。Thefatherwasashipmaster,alwaysawayonlongvoyages,andhasbeenhomebutonceinthethreeyearsIhavehadchargeofhisson。Ihavenotheardfromhimsince。Heisagood-heartedman,butofarestless,rovingdisposition,withnodomestictastes。Whyheshouldsuddenlyceasetoprovideformylittlecousin——ifhehasdoneso——orifhisomissionmeansonlysometemporarydisastertohimselforhisfortunes,Idonotknow。Myanxietywasmoreforthepoorboy’ssakethanformyself,foraslongasIliveIcanprovideforhim。“

  Shesaidthiswithouttheleastdisplayofemotion,andwiththesamematureairofalsorepressinganyemotiononthepartofRandolph。Butforhersizeandgirlishfigure,butforthedrippingtanglesofherhairandhersofteyes,hewouldhavebelievedhewastalkingtoahard,middle-agedmatron。

  “Thenyou——he——hasnofriendshere?“askedRandolph。

  “No。WeareallfromCallao,whereBobbywasborn。Myunclewasamerchantthere,whocameherelatelytoestablishanagency。WelivedwithhiminSutterStreet——whereyourememberIwassohatefultoyou,“sheinterpolated,withamischievoussmile——“untilhisenterprisefailedandhewasobligedtoreturn;butIstayedherewithBobby,thathemightbeeducatedinhisfather’sowntongue。Itwasunfortunate,perhaps,“shesaid,withalittleknittingofherprettybrows,“thattheremittancesceasedanduncleleftaboutthesametime;but,likeyou,Iwaslucky,andI

  managedtogetaplaceintheEmporium。“

  “TheEmporium!“repeatedRandolphinsurprise。Itwasapopular“magasinoffashion“inMontgomeryStreet。Toconnectthisrefinedgirlwithitsgarishdisplayandvulgarattendantsseemedimpossible。

  “TheEmporium,“reiteratedMissAvondalesimply。“Yousee,weusedtodressagooddealinCallaoandhadtheParisfashions,andthatexperiencewasofgreatservicetome。Iamnowattheheadofwhattheycallthe’mantledepartment,’ifyouplease,andamlookeduptoasanauthority。“Shemadehimamischievousbow,whichhadtheeffectofcausingatricklefromtheumbrellatofallacrosshisbuddingmustache,andanotherdownherownstraightlittlenose——adiversionthatmadethemlaughtogether,althoughRandolphsecretlyfeltthattheyounggirl’squietheroismwasmakinghisowntrialsappearridiculous。ButherallusiontoCallaoandtheboy’snamehadagainexcitedhisfancyandrevivedhisromanticdreamoftheircommonbenefactor。Assoonastheycouldgetamoreperfectshelterandfurltheumbrella,heplungedintothefullstoryofthemysteriousportmanteauanditsmissingowner,withthestrangediscoverythathehadmadeofthesimilarityofthetwohandwritings。Theyoungladylistenedintently,eagerly,checkingherselfwithwhatmighthavebeenahalfsmileathisenthusiasm。

  “Irememberthebanker’sletter,certainly,“shesaid,“andCaptainDornton——thatwasthenameofBobby’sfather——askedmetosignmynameinthebodyofitwhereHEhadalsowrittenitwithmyaddress。Butthelikenessofthehandwritingtoyourslipofpapermaybeonlyafanciedone。Haveyoushownittoanyone,“shesaidquickly——“Imean,“shecorrectedherselfasquickly,“anyonewhoisanexpert?“

  “Notthetwotogether,“saidRandolph,explaininghowhehadshownthepapertoMr。Revelstoke。

  ButMissAvondalehadrecoveredherself,andlaughed。“Thatthatbitofpapershouldhavebeenthemeansofgettingyouasituationseemstomethemorewonderfuloccurrence。Ofcourseitisquiteacoincidencethatthereshouldbeachild’sphotographandalettersigned’Bobby’intheportmanteau。But“——shestoppedsuddenlyandfixedherdarkeyesonhis——“youhaveseenBobby。Surelyyoucansayifitwashislikeness?“

  Randolphwasembarrassed。ThefactwashehadalwaysbeensoabsorbedinHERthathehadhardlyglancedatthechild。Heventuredtosaythis,andaddedalittleawkwardly,andcoloring,thathehadseenBobbyonlytwice。

  “Andyoustillhavethisremarkablephotographandletter?“shesaid,perhapsalittletoocarelessly。

  “Yes。Wouldyouliketoseethem?“

  “Verymuch,“shereturnedquickly;andthenadded,withalaugh,“youaremakingmequitecurious。“

  “Ifyouwouldallowmetoseeyouhome,“saidRandolph,“wehavetopassthestreetwheremyroomis,and,“headdedtimidly,“Icouldshowthemtoyou。“

  “Certainly,“shereplied,withsublimeunconsciousnessofthecauseofhishesitation;“thatwillbeverynice?“

  Randolphwashappy,albeithecouldnothelpthinkingthatshewastreatinghimliketheabsentBobby。

  “It’sonlyonCommercialStreet,justaboveMontgomery,“hewenton。“Wegostraightupfromthewharf“——hestoppedshorthere,forthebulkofabystander,aroughlycladminer,waspressinghimsocloselythathewasobligedtoresistindignantly——partlyfromdiscomfort,andpartlyfromasensethatthemanwasoverhearinghim。Thestrangermutteredakindofapology,andmovedaway。

  “Heseemstobeperpetuallyinyourway,“saidMissAvondale,smiling。“Hewasrightbehindyou,andyounearlytrodonhistoes,whenyouboltedoutofthecabinthismorning。“

  “Ah,thenyouDIDseeme!“saidRandolph,forgettingallelseinhisdelightattheadmission。

  ButMissAvondalewasnotdisconcerted。“Thankstoyourcollision,Isawyouboth。“

  Itwasstillrainingwhentheydisembarkedatthewharf,alittlebehindtheotherPassengers,whohadcrowdedonthebowofthesteamboat。ItwasonlyablockortwobeyondtheplacewhereRandolphhadlandedthateventfulnight。Hehadtopassitnow;

  butwithMissAvondaleclingingtohisarm,withwhatdifferentfeelings!Therainstillfell,thedaywasfading,buthewalkedinanenchanteddream,ofwhichtheprosaicumbrellawasthemystictentandmagicpavilion。Hemustneedsevenstopatthecornerofthewharf,andshowhertheexactspotwherehisunknownbenefactorappeared。

  “Comingoutoftheshadowlikethatmanthere,“sheaddedbrightly,pointingtoafigurejustemergingfromtheobscurityofanoverhangingwarehouse。“Why,it’syourfriendtheminer!“

  Randolphlooked。Itwasindeedthesameman,whohadprobablyreachedthewharfbyacrossstreet。

  “Letusgoon,do!“saidMissAvondale,suddenlytighteningherholdofRandolph’sarminsomeinstinctivefemininealarm。“I

  don’tlikethisplace。“

  ButRandolph,withtheyounggirl’sarmclingingtohis,feltsupremelydaring。Indeed,Ifearhewassomewhatdisappointedwhenthestrangerpeacefullyturnedintothejunkshopatthecornerandleftthemtopursuetheirway。

  Theyatlaststoppedbeforesomebusinessofficesonacentralthoroughfare,whereRandolphhadaroomonthethirdstory。Whentheyhadclimbedtheflightofstairsheunlockedadooranddisclosedagood-sizedapartmentwhichhadbeenintendedforanoffice,butwhichwasnowneatlyfurnishedasastudyandbedroom。

  MissAvondalesmiledatthesingularcombination。

  “Ishouldfancy,“shesaid,“youwouldneverfeelasifyouhadquiteleftthebankbehindyou。“Yet,withherairofprotectionandmatureexperience,sheatoncebegantomoveoneortwoarticlesoffurnitureintoamoretastefulposition,whileRandolph,neverthelessalittleembarrassedathisaudacityinaskingthisgoddessintohishumbleabode,hurriedlyunlockedacloset,broughtouttheportmanteau,andhandedhertheletterandphotograph。

  Woman-like,MissAvondalelookedatthepicturefirst。Ifsheexperiencedanysurprise,sherepressedit。“ItisLIKEBobby,“

  shesaidmeditatively,“buthewasstouterthen;andhe’schangedsadlysincehehasbeeninthisclimate。Idon’twonderyoudidn’trecognizehim。Hisfathermayhavehadittakensomedaywhentheywerealonetogether。Ididn’tknowofit,thoughIknowthephotographer。“Shethenlookedattheletter,knitherprettybrows,andwithanabstractedairsatdownontheedgeofRandolph’sbed,crossedherlittlefeet,andlookedpuzzled。Buthewasunabletodetecttheleastemotion。

  “Yousee,“shesaid,“thehandwritingofmostchildrenwhoarelearningtowriteisverymuchalike,forthisisthestageofdevelopmentwhenthey’print。’Andtheircompositionisthesame:

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