the certainty
of sympathy. As they walked along he told her of Phrony; of her
elopement; of her being deserted; and of his chance meeting with her and
her disappearance again. He did not mention Wickersham, for he felt that
until he had the proof of his marriage he had no right to do so.

"Why, I remember that old, man, Mr. Rawson," said Lois. "It was where my
father stayed for a while?" Her voice was full of tenderness.

"Yes. It is his granddaughter."

"I remember her kindness to me. We must find her. I will help you." Her
face was sweet with tender sympathy, her eyes luminous with
firm resolve.

Keith gazed at her with a warm feeling surging about his heart. Suddenly
the color deepened in her cheeks; her expression changed; a sudden flame
seemed to dart into her eyes.

"I wish I knew that man!"

"What would you do?" demanded Keith, smiling at her fierceness.

"I'd make him suffer all his life." She looked the incarnation of
vengeance.

"Such a man would be hard to make suffer," hazarded Keith.

"Not if I could find him."

Keith soon left her to carry out his determination, and Lois went to see
Mrs. Lancaster, and told her the story she had heard. It found
sympathetic ears, and the next day Lois and Mrs. Lancaster were hard at
work quietly trying to find the unfortunate woman. They went to Dr.
Templeton; but, unfortunately, the old man was ill in bed.

The next afternoon, Keith caught sight of Lois walking up the street
with some one; and when he got nearer her it was Wickersham. They were
so absorbed that Keith passed without either of them seeing him. He
walked on with more than wonder in his heart. The meeting, however, had
been wholly accidental on Lois's part.

Wickersham of late had frequently fallen in with Lois when she was out
walking. And this afternoon he had hardly joined her when she began to
speak of the subject that had been uppermost in her mind all day. She
did not mention any names, but told the story just as she had heard it.

Fortunately for Wickersham, she was so much engrossed in her recital
that she did not observe her companion's face until he had recovered
himself. He had fallen a little behind her and did not interrupt her
until he had quite mastered himself. Then he asked quietly:

"Where did you get that story?"

"Mr. Keith told me."

"And he said the man who did that was a 'gentleman'?"

"No, he did not say that; he did not give me the least idea who it was.
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