d a "Crusader" to a
"Quaker."

"I have heard of 'making sunshine in a shady place,' but _she_ 'makes
sunshine' even in a lighted place!" observed Tecumseh.

"Who, then, is she?" inquired William Penn.

"No one knows," answered Richard Coeur de Lion.

"But what character does she take?" asked Lucretia Borgia.

"I should think it was a 'Priestess of the sun,'" surmised Rebecca the
Jewess.

"No! I should think she has taken the character of the 'Princess
Creusa,' the daughter of Creon, King of Corinth, and the victim of Medea
the Sorceress. Creusa perished, you know, in the robe of magic presented
to her as a wedding gift from Medea, and designed to burn the wearer to
ashes! Yes, decidedly it is Creusa, in her death robe of fire!"
persisted the 'gentle Desdemona,' who had just joined the motley group.

"You are every one of you mistaken. I heard her announced when she
entered--the 'Spirit of Fire,'" said Pocahontas, with an air of
authority.

"That is her assumed character! Now to find out her real one."

"Shall I whisper my opinion? Mind, it is _only_ an opinion, with no data
for a foundation," put in Charlemagne.

"Yes; do tell us who you take her to be," was the unanimous request of
the circle.

"Then I think she is our fair hostess!"

"Oh-h-h!" exclaimed all the ladies.

"Why do you think so?" inquired several of the gentlemen.

"Because the _correspondence_ is so perfect that it strikes me at once,
as it ought to strike everybody."

"How? how?"

"The correspondence between her nature and her costume, I mean! The
outward glow expresses the inward heat. Believe me, Sybil Berners has
been masquerading all her life, and now for the first time appears in
her true character--a 'Fire Queen!'"

Such gossip as this was going on all over the room, but only in this
circle was the secret of Sybil's character discovered. But soon this
discovery found its way through the crowd, and in half an hour after the
secret was first revealed, every one in the room knew of it, except the
person most concerned. Sybil was surrounded by a circle of admirers,
each one of whom, even by the slightest change of tone or manner,
revealed their knowledge, for it would have been as much against the
laws of etiquette and courtesy to recognize her before she was willing
to be recognized, as it would have been to have unmasked her before she
was ready to unmask. So they were very guarded in their manners--even
more guarded than they