id of Bosco.

"I do hope that Mr. Costello won't haul him over the coals," said the
albino to the tattooed girl. "He's such a nice old guy!"

After the show Mr. Costello listened to Von Barwig's apology in
silence, and silence meant a great deal of self-restraint for him.

"It's all right if she don't raise a holler," he said, taking his
diamond ring off his necktie and placing it on his finger for the
night. "But you must keep awake, see? It looks like blazes to see the
profess' asleep! It not only sets the audience a bad example, but it
looks as if we was givin' a bum show." Then he added warningly, "We
had one profess' last year who went to sleep on us regular, and snored
so that we used his noise instead of the snare drums. Well, we left
him sound asleep after the show one night and turned the lights off.
When he woke up he thought the wax figures was ghosts, and he threw a
fit right on the piano. Holy Mackerel! It took nearly two quarts of
whiskey to get him right for the next show; so don't do it again,
profess'," he ended solemnly.

Von Barwig promised that he would not--but he made up his mind that
just as soon as terms for teaching Mrs. Cruger's nieces were arranged,
he would at once give Mr. Costello notice of his determination to
resign from the night professorship at the Museum. This thought
contributed in no small degree to his peace of mind, for he had begun
to loathe the very thought of this place.

When Von Barwig arrived home he found a letter on the hall table. He
went up to his little room, lit the candle, sat down on his bed and
read the following:

"Mrs. Cruger presents her compliments to Herr Von Barwig, and regrets
to inform him that unexpected circumstances have arisen which will
obviate the necessity of his calling upon her in regard to her nieces'
studies."

"Very well," he said to himself, as he folded up the letter. "I shall
have more time to think of her," and he went to bed and slept
peacefully.

A week elapsed. Each day he had patiently gone uptown to Miss
Stanton's house. He had started out full of hope and returned home in
despair. On each occasion he had been informed by Mr. Joles that Miss
Stanton was out, that she had left no message for him, and that he did
not know when she would return. Finally he wrote to her and waited
patiently for an answer; but there was no word. The old man's hope of
seeing her again gradually grew smaller and smaller until at la