while
the young girl was off securing work, she suddenly became so
unmanageable that we thought the best thing to do was to send her to an
asylum. But on her way there she made her escape from the vehicle. The
driver never missed her until he had reached his destination.

"Search was made for her, and for many weeks we attempted to trace her,
but it was all of no avail. Only last night, by the merest chance, we
came face to face with her at a flower-stand, where they had taken her
for her pretty face, to make sales for them. I brought her home at once,
for there had been a good reward offered to any one who would find her.

"Here another difficulty presented itself.

"The young girl who caused the reward to be offered is now missing--at
least, I can not find her."

"Why don't you insert a 'personal' in the paper?" drawled Rosamond Lee.

"That would be a capital idea. Gracious! I wonder that I did not think
of it before," said the landlady. "But, dear me! I'm not a good hand at
composing anything of that kind for the paper."

"I'll write it out for you, if you like," said Rosamond, indolently.

The landlady took her at her word.

"The name of the young girl whom I wish to find is Jessie Bain," she
began.

A great cry broke from Rosamond Lee's lips, and her face grew ashen.

"Did I hear you say Jessie Bain?" she asked.

"Yes; that was the name," returned the landlady, wonderingly. "Do you
know her?"

"Yes-- I don't know. Describe her. It must be one and the same person,"
she added under her breath.

"I shouldn't be at all surprised," continued the woman, "for she went to
Albany, the very place you have just come from."

"It's the same one," cried Rosamond Lee. "Tell me the story of this
demented girl over again in all its details. I was not paying attention
before. I did not half listen to all you said."

The landlady went over the story a second time for Rosamond's benefit.

Miss Lee meanwhile paced the room excitedly up and down.

"I'll tell you what I think," she cried excitedly. "Those two girls are
surely adventuresses of the worst type. You say at first that she called
the demented girl her sister, and then afterward admitted that she was
not. You see, there was something wrong from the start. Now let me tell
you an intensely interesting sequel to your story: The girl Jessie Bain
has, since the few short weeks that she left your place, captured in the
matrimonial noose one of the wealthiest young