race! A star of the first magnitude, he rose in the
night of American slavery, attracted the admiring gaze of the civilized
world, and so thrilled the hearts of men that they broke the chains of
all his kind in the hope of further enriching the firmament of lofty
human endeavor with stars like unto him. I name you Tiara Douglass."

Ensal turned to Tiara, his face enkindled with enthusiasm. He stepped
back, threw up his hands, and plainly showed in his eyes the unbounded
surprise which he felt at the way in which Tiara had received his
suggestion for a surname. There Tiara sat, tears evidently long pent-up
freely flowing and her body shaking with, emotion.

To find a word expressive of Ensal's bewildered state of mind is a
problem to be handed over to the type of man engaged in the search for
perpetual motion and does not come within the purview of a simple
author. Man who tames the lion, harnesses the winds, makes a whimperer
of steam and cowers the lightning--this same vainglorious, triumphant
man is simply helpless in the presence of a woman's tears! Ensal stole
quietly to his seat and sat there in a state of amazement.

Tiara looked up through her tears, a few pretty locks of hair having now
fallen in beautiful disorder across her brow.

"Mr. Ellwood, I cannot endure the name Douglass and I cannot explain,"
said she.

Ensal now perceived that this name Douglass had somehow made the girl's
thoughts touch upon the very core of her life's troubles.

"Douglass, Douglass, Douglass; no not Douglass," repeated Tiara in
passionate tones, evidently trying to accept the name for Ensal's sake
and yet being unable to do so.

"Your name shall be Tiara Merlow," said Ensal.

"Merlow--Merlow. I like that," said Tiara.

"I will arrange for you to stop with Mrs. Helen Crawford," said Ensal.

"Thank you," said Tiara.

Tiara now arose to go, but it was evident that there was something yet
unspoken. As she reached the door of the room she turned around and
looked Ensal directly in the face. Ensal had been following her to the
door, and the two now stood near each other.

"She is just tall and large enough to be grand in appearance, which,
coupled with her beauty of face and symmetry of form, make her fit to
set a new standard of loveliness in woman," mentally observed Ensal.

"Mr. Ellwood," said Tiara, "I perceive that you are an admirer of
Frederick Douglass. Do you approve of his marriage to a white woman?"

Ensal was