sitatingly, "since you've kissed me,
girlie; just one for remembrance!"

With a quick movement she drew her hand away and started with a laugh
toward the door.

"No, Jim, I'm afraid I'm getting too old for that now."

He made no reply but stepped to her side and grasped her hand.

"Then again, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

He pressed her hand to his lips.

The slender body quivered and her face flushed scarlet. She hurried
down the steps to the cab, turned and threw him a kiss.

He watched the cab roll down Fourth Street toward the pier while a
great wave of loneliness overwhelmed him.

He slowly climbed the stairs toward his room, and passed the door of
Harriet's on the way. It was open and he looked in expecting her to
appear suddenly before him with a smile on her serene little face. He
noted how neat and tidy she had left her nest; not a sign of confusion,
the floor swept clean, everything in its place and the bed made with
scrupulous care. The whole place breathed the perfume of her sunny
character.

On the mantel he saw a love letter she had written to her father.

"How thoughtful of the little darling," he exclaimed. "God knows he'll
need it to-night."

He hurried to his own room with the hope that she might have left one
for him. He searched his mantel and bureau in vain and had just given
up with a sigh when his eye rested on a card fastened over the
old-fashioned grate in the fire place. His hand trembled as he read it:

"DEAR JIM:

"I shall miss you dreadfully, in the strange world beyond the seas.
When you sit here and look into your fire I hope you'll see the
face of your little pal in the picture sometimes.

"HARRIET."

He kissed the card and placed it in his pocket-book.

At night the doctor was not at home. He rapped on his door next morning
and got no answer.

The girl said he had spent the night out--she didn't know where.

As Stuart was about to leave for his office the doctor entered. His
bloodshot eyes were sunken deep behind his brows, his face haggard and
his shoulders drooped. Stuart knew he had tramped the streets all night
in a stupor of hopeless misery.

He stared at the young lawyer as if he didn't recognize him and then
said feebly:

"Don't go yet, my boy, wait a few moments. I just want to know that
you're here."

Stuart took his outstretched hand, and led him into the library. "I
know why you tramped the streets;