t."

With both hands he pushed the lank, wet hair off his face. Somehow, all
his tired life showed itself in the gesture.

"I don't think I ever did care as much for her as I do to-night. Is she
always well, Andrew?"

"Yes, well. Come!"

"No; good night. Bid her good night."

As he turned away, he stopped and looked back.

"Ask her if she ever thinks of our Rob. I do." And so was gone.

As he went down the street, turning into an alley, something black
jumped over the low gate beside Andy and followed him.

"It's the dog! Well, dumb creatures _are_ curious, beyond me. Now for
Jane"; and with his head muddled and aching, he went to find an
express-stand.

The examination of the model took place on Tuesday. On the Saturday
following, Dr. Bowdler was summoned to his back parlor to see a man and
woman who had called. Going in, he found Andy, clad as before in his
dress-suit of blue coat and marvellously plaid trousers, balancing
himself uneasily on the edge of his chair, and a woman in Quaker dress
beside him. Her face and presence attracted the Doctor at once,
strongly, though they were evidently those of an uneducated
working-woman. The quietude in her motions and expression, the repressed
power, the delicacy, had worked out, from within, to carve her sad face
into those fine lines he saw. No outside culture could do that. She
spoke, too, with that simple directness that belongs to people who are
sure of what they have to do in the world.

"I came to see if thee knew anything of my husband: thee was so kind to
him some days ago. I am Jane Starke."

The Doctor comprehended in a moment. He watched the deserted wife
curiously, as he answered her.

"No, my dear Madam. Is it possible he is not with you? I went to his
lodging twice with my niece, and, finding it vacant, concluded that he
had returned to you, or gone with our young friend Andrew here."

"He is not with me."

She rose, her fingers twitching nervously at her bonnet-strings.

"She was so dead sure you would know," said Andy, rising also. "We've
been on the search for four days. We thought you would know. Where will
you go now, Jane?"

The woman lost every trace of color when Dr. Bowdler answered her, but
she showed no other sign of her disappointment.

"We will find him somewhere, Andrew."

"Stop, stop," interrupted the Doctor. "Tell me what you have done. You
must not go in this way."

The woman began to answer, but Andy took the word from