for that fatal
shot.

After Claude's departure, Oswald's fancy again reverts to this Italian.
Going to neighborhood of "Five-Points," he calls at proper number, but
gets no information, except that Marco Salvini has been away two days.
In front of "Five-Points House of Industry" he pauses to reflect.

A new sensation of dizziness is felt. Oswald braces against the brick
wall, facing "Five-Points Mission." The bewildering faintness is brief,
yet he still stands in reverie. In recent years much had been done for
this formerly depraved neighborhood. His thoughts cross the sea to an
embowered spot, near a beautiful lake, where one timidly and in
faltering accents had announced her solemn consecration to like humble
yet exalted ministry. In striking contrast appears a chafing, petulant
suitor, privately protesting against such infatuation and indignantly
railing at spiritual advisers. The sacrifice now seems more rational,
and the advice kindly considerate. Was that modestly brilliant, sweetly
fascinating girl engaged in her chosen mission?

Oswald recalls Claude Leslie's accounts of charitable deeds and gifts by
benevolent persons in support of this beneficent work among the poor.
How worthy of emulation the helpful ministries and charities of one
Gotham heiress, proceeds of whose inherited millions are finding
distribution in these and kindred lines!

Passing along Park Street to Mott intersection, Oswald meets the priest
who officiates at the church near there.

That guide had spoken of this man, and Oswald thinks here is a possible
chance to learn present whereabouts of Marco Salvini.

He is shocked to hear that two days before this Italian had been nearly
crushed to death by a car collision, and is now at St. Vincent's.

Oswald loses no time in delay. Going promptly to the hospital, he is
admitted to proper ward. Upon assurance of his friendship for the
injured man, he is permitted to remain. For a week he watches, eating
and sleeping little.

Oswald becomes ill, and is soon delirious. For a long time his strong
will had braced against the insidious disease. The fever laid sure hold
on that athletic frame, and its course was relentless.

Two days after Oswald was stricken, Marco Salvini died.

The continuous attentions of this quiet stranger at that Italian's cot
had attracted the notice and won the regard of those in charge.

From this patient there were neither confidences nor complaints. During
earlier d