every other feeling. Having touched the
spring, she took a knife and cautiously removed the bit of ivory beneath
the glass, then deposited the two last in the box, put the gold frame in
her pocket, and went out to a jewellery store. As several persons had
preceded her, she leaned against the counter, and, while waiting, watched
with some curiosity the movements of one of the goldsmiths, who, with a
glass over one eye, was engaged in repairing watches. Some had been taken
from the cases, others were untouched; and as her eyes passed swiftly over
the latter, they were suddenly riveted to a massive gold one lying somewhat
apart. A half-smothered exclamation caused the workman to turn round and
look at her, but in an instant she calmed herself; and thinking it a mere
outbreak of impatience, he resumed his employment. Just then one of the
proprietors approached, and said politely, "I am sorry we have kept you
waiting, miss. What can I do for you?"

"What is this worth?"

She laid the locket down on the counter, and looked up with eyes that
sparkled very joyously he thought. He examined it a moment, and said rather
dryly--

"Well, how do I know, in the first place, that it belongs to you? Jewellers
have to be very particular about what they buy."

She crimsoned, and drew herself proudly away from the counter, then smiled
and held out her hand for the locket.

"It is mine; it held my father's miniature, but I took it out because I
want a paint-box, and thought I could sell this case for enough to buy one.
It was my mother's once; here are her initials on the back, H. G.--Harriet
Grey. But of course you don't know whether I am telling the truth; I will
bring my cousin with me, he can prove it. Sir, are you so particular about
everything you buy?"

"We try to be."

Again her eyes sparkled; she bowed, and left the store.

Once in the street, she hurried to Mr. Campbell's office, ran up the steps,
and rapped loudly at the door.

"Come in!" thundered the lawyer.

She stopped on the threshold, glanced round, and said timidly--

"I want to see Russell, if you please."

"Russell is at the post-office. Have you any particular spite at my door,
that you belabour it in that style? or do you suppose I am as deaf as a
gatepost?"

"I beg your pardon; I did not mean to startle you, sir. I was not thinking
of either you or your door."

She sprang down the steps to wait on the sidewalk for her cousin, and met
him at the entr