am to against his
legs,--she encountered a recognition that was almost an adventure. A
young girl who sat in the next to the end seat of the back-row of the
orchestra, leaned over the gentleman outside and caught her hand,
saying:

"Emily Owen--I know it is! Do you not remember me?"

"Josephine Harris! How glad I am to see you!" was the reply of Emily,
the moment her eyes fairly took in the face and figure before her.

"I could not see your face before, and did not know that you were here.
How long it is since I saw you!--ever since I left Rutgers, and you were
still hammering away there!" said Josephine Harris, who was indeed the
other, having come down to Wallack's with a party of friends, for the
evening, and who had not before had a chance to recognize her old friend
and school-fellow at the Rutgers Institute.

"Come and see me. Papa is in a hurry, and I cannot wait," said Emily,
doubtful whether her friend had or had not observed the preceding
movements. "I have not time for a card--look in the Directory and send
me yours. Good night!" and in a moment she was gone, following the Judge
to that mental slaughter involved in riding home with him in his present
mood, and leaving the performance to pass on again as if no interruption
had occurred.

As may be supposed, Frank Wallace was something of an "object of
interest" for the small remainder of the evening; but he had no
acquaintances in the neighborhood, and not much remark was ventured. One
man behind him, indeed, leaned over and said: "Lost your girl, eh?" but
Frank's "Ya-a-s!" was so broad and discouraging for any further
questions, that the inquiry was not pursued. Most men, under similar
circumstances, would have left the theatre at once, to avoid observation
and to hide annoyance: he did not, and he may have acted wisely or
unwisely in that course of conduct.

Josephine Harris _had_ observed the preceding movements on the part of
Judge Owen, and it was through recognition of his figure that she looked
after and recognized Emily. Had the latter been left quietly sitting
beside her lover, her schoolmate would probably not have seen her face,
they would have left the theatre without recognition of each other, and
Judge Owen's house might have escaped a very early visit destined to
work important changes in the relations of residents and visitors. The
puissant and pompous Judge had effected two _coups d'etat_ within as
many days. The one had driven Aunt Mar