e distance, I can make my way to her very well alone, and as
it is raining hard, we had better say good-by here in the carriage. You
cannot help me any, and--" she hesitated an instant, and then added:
"You might be recognized."

Neil hated himself cordially, and called himself a sneak and a coward,
but he followed Bessie's advice, and drawing up the window of the
carriage, clasped her to his bosom as he said farewell, telling her it
was not forever, that she was his still, and he should come for her some
day, and claim her promise to him.

Bessie did not contradict him. She knew he was suffering greatly, and
she pitied him, while all the time there was in her heart a little song
of gladness that she was free. Taking his face between her hand, she
kissed it tenderly, and said:

"Good-by, Neil, and may God bless you and make you a good and noble man.
I know you will never forget me. Too much has passed between us for
that; but you will learn to be very happy without me. Good-by."

She touched his lips again; then, opening the door herself, she sprang
to the ground before he could stop her.

"Don't get out; good-by," she said, waving him back as he was about to
alight, and opening her umbrella and pulling the hood of her waterproof
over her head, she started in the direction of Mrs. Goodnough, leaving
Neil with such a tumult of thought crowding his brain as nearly drove
him wild.

If he had not fancied that he saw one of his London acquaintances in the
distance, he might have followed Bessie, but he could not be seen, for
fear that the reason for his being there should come out, and it become
known that a McPherson was allowed to go to America as a steerage
passenger; so he sat a moment and watched the little figure with the
waterproof hood over its head making its way to where a rough-looking
woman was standing, with an immense cotton umbrella over her sun-bonnet
and evidently waiting for some one. And so Bessie vanished from Neil's
sight, and he saw her no more.

"Back to the hotel," he said to the cabman, who obeyed willingly, while
Neil, always on the alert, closed the windows lest he should he seen and
recognized.

But the air was close and hot, and when he thought himself out of danger
he drew the window down and looked out just in time to meet the eyes of
Grey Jerrold who was driving in an opposite direction. There was an
exclamation from Grey, a call for both cabmen to stop, and before Neil
could collect