e has
perhaps gone to see Yanna, or some of her acquaintances; or she may be
at her dressmaker's, or----"

"Harry, there is something wrong. You cannot reason the certainty out
of my heart. I am sick with fear."

"Dear mother, there is nothing wrong at all. Go and lie down, or talk
to father, and I will bring you word that all is well in an hour.
Sure."

"Where are you going?"

"I am going home. Yanna will know something."

He took a cab at the nearest stand, and drove rapidly to his own
house. Adriana started, and stood up quickly, as he entered. "What is
the matter, Harry?" she cried.

"Rose seems to have got herself out of the way. She left home at ten
o'clock this morning, and has not returned. Mother is quite nervous
and ill about her. Has she been here?"

For a minute Adriana stood motionless, as one by one the thoughts
flashed across her mind which led her to the truth; and when she
spoke, it was in the voice of a woman who had pulled herself together
with the tightest rein. "Harry," she answered, "while I put on my hat
and cloak, have the carriage made ready. Do not lose a single
moment."

"Where are you going?"

"To pier sixteen, East River."

"What in heaven are you going there for?"

"The Cuban steamer."

"The Cuban steamer?"

"Have you forgotten? Duval is a Cuban. I know now who told Rose of a
land all sunshine and flowers--and misery and cruelty," she added
passionately, as she ran to her room with a hurry that sent Harry to
the stables with equal haste.

When the carriage came to the door, Adriana was waiting. Harry was
stepping, to her side, but she shook her head positively. "You must go
for Antony," she said. "Bring him to the steamer. It is the only
way."

At a very rapid pace the carriage was driven to the foot of Wall
Street. It was, however, to Adriana a tedious journey, and often
interrupted; and she sat wringing her hands in impotent impatience at
every delay. When she reached the pier, she found herself in all the
tumult and hurry that attends a departing steamer; but the gangway was
clear, and she went straight on board _The Orizaba_. The first persons
she saw were Duval and Rose. They were leaning over the taffrail, with
their backs to Adriana, and Duval was talking impetuously, holding
Rose's hand in his own. Her attitude was reluctant and hesitating, and
when Adriana said, "Excuse me, Mr. Duval, I have come for Mrs. Van
Hoosen," Rose turned with a sharp cry, and put her