On the doorstep I met Jane. She gazed at me strangely when she saw my face, and then clutched me by the arm. "Bab!" she cried. "What on the earth is the matter with your complexion?" But I was desperate. "Let me go!" I said. "Only lend me two dollars for a taxi and let me go. Something horrible has happened." She gave me ninety cents, which was all she had, and I rushed down the street, followed by her piercing gaze. Although realizing that my life, at least the part of it pertaining to sentiment, was over, I knew that, single or married, I must find him. I could not bare to think that I, in my desire to help, had ruined Miss Everett's cousin's play. Luckily I got a taxi at the corner, and I ordered it to drive to the mill. I sank back, bathed in hot perspiration, and on consulting my bracelet watch found I had but twenty five minutes until the curtain went up. I must find him, but where and how! I confess for a moment that I doubted my own father, who can be very fierce on occasion. What if, maddened by his mistake about Beresford, he had, on being approached by Adrian, been driven to violence? What if, in my endeavor to help one who was unworthy, I had led my poor paternal parent into crime? Hell is paved with good intentions. SAMUEL JOHNSTON. On driving madly into the mill yard, I suddenly remembered that it was Saturday and a half holiday. The mill was going, but the offices were closed. Father, then, was immured in the safety of his club, and could not be reached except by pay telephone. And the taxi was now ninety cents. I got out, and paid the man. I felt very dizzy and queer, and was very thirsty, so I went to the hydrant in the yard and got a drink of water. I did not as yet suspect measles, but laid it all to my agony of mind. Having thus refreshed myself, I looked about, and saw the yard policeman, a new one who did not know me, as I am away at school most of the time, and the family is not expected to visit the mill, because of dirt and possible accidents. I approached him, however, and he stood still and stared at me. "Officer" I said, in my most dignified tones. "I am looking for a--for a gentleman who came here this morning to look for work." "There was about two hundred lined up here this morning, Miss," he said. "Which one would it be, now?" How my heart sank! "About what time would he be coming?" he said. "Things have been kind of mixed-up around here today, owing to a little trouble this morning. But perhaps I'll remember him." But, although Adrian is of an unusual type, I felt that I could not describe him, besides having a terrible headache. So I asked if he would lend me carfare, which he did with a strange look. "You're not feeling sick, Miss, are you?" he said. But I could not stay to converse, as it was then time for the curtain to go up, and still no Adrian.