“Yes. But I think we have discussed the subject sufficiently. Shall we go over to Machinery Hall now?” “Anywhere you choose; but stop! What have we here?” Adrian Dredmond stooped and picked up the shining something upon which he had almost stepped as they turned to leave the place. It proved to be a costly cuff button of black enamel and gold. Upon the face of it was a large D, studded with brilliants, while a tiny row of the same precious stones was set around the edge. Turning it over, the young man discovered the word “Brownie” engraved in finest letters on the back. “‘Ye gods and little fishes,’ Gordon! I’ve found a treasure!” and he held it up to view. “Egad! that is so. That must have cost a cool hundred,” exclaimed Gordon, examining it critically, then added: “You are in luck, my boy. It is a good omen to find something belonging to one whom you admire.” “Is it?” “Yes; but I suppose torture would not compel you to give it up until you can put it into the owner’s own little hands,” and the young man laughed. “You are right for once,” returned Dredmond, lightly, although with heightened color. “It will give me a good excuse for seeking an introduction,” he added, as he carefully tucked the button into his vest pocket. Again Gordon laughed. “Mark my words, Dredmond, something unusual will come of your finding that trinket.” “What makes you think so?” “I don’t know—it is a sudden impression, perhaps, but I believe it will have an influence on your future.” “You are superstitious,” replied Dredmond, with a little scornful curl of his handsome lips. “If it should result in your carrying Miss Brownie Douglas off to the old country with you, there would be a buzzing about your ears, I can tell you; for not a few have their eye fixed already upon the dainty elf with her golden pile in prospect.” “Are you among the number, Gordon?” asked his friend, with a keen glance at the young man. “Not I, my boy; my star shines from another quarter,” Gordon replied, laughingly, though growing red in the face with the acknowledgment. “I think then, my friend, you are getting up a little romance upon your own account, and without much of a foundation to begin with. If you were interested I should not wonder, but as there is no jealousy in the matter it seems a little singular that you should jump at conclusions thus. I fear, Gordon, I shall have to set you down as a masculine match-maker.” “Call me what you like, but I confess that I think you and that little fairy would suit each other wonderfully well. She is just the right kind of a little woman to make a——” “Hush, my boy; do not reveal my secrets here,” interrupted Adrian Dredmond, looking anxiously around. “Well, well, come on then to Machinery Hall; but, Dredmond, I think you are over modest about some matters.”