“I am sorry she suspects the object of my visit. I am afraid the mere fact of it will make me incredulous of her statements,” said the President. “However,” he continued, “what led you into the belief you have just stated?” The Governor walked a few steps further away with his friend, and in a lower tone said: “The child has taken a great fancy to me, and notwithstanding the fact that I tried to persuade her not to call me ‘papa,’ she persists in so doing. She is a child a man in any position in life would be proud to claim as his own, yet being a bachelor I feel a certain timidity in being addressed as ‘papa.’ Now to answer your question, what led me to suspect that she knew you would call this morning and the object of your call as well? While I was taking my breakfast she ran into the room, and after throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me fondly, she exclaimed: ‘Dear papa, dear papa, the great man will be here presently; I will run to the house I used to have for a home, and get the philopena he gave me in the other life. I promised to keep it always, and I want to show him I still have it. Then he will remember.’ “‘Is the President coming to see _you_, Catalina?’ I asked. “‘Dear papa, you _know_ he is; may I go for the philopena now?’ “‘No, child,’ I replied, ‘not now; but if our President comes and wishes to see the philopena, you may go for it.’” “Oh, thank you; thank you. Do let the sweet child go at once,” said the President. “Do you want me?” cried Catalina, starting from her seat toward them, as they turned around to call her. “We certainly do,” replied the Governor, as he caught the happy child in his arms. “We certainly do, do we not, President?” The President looked at the two for a moment in mute astonishment, then replied: “We do want you, dear, but how strange!” “I wear the philopena, President; you remember it, don’t you?” The Governor looked at her questioningly, to which she replied: “I slipped away, papa, just for a moment, to get it. I knew the President would want to see it;” with that she handed him a curious coin suspended from a small silver chain. “What is it?” asked both men, as they examined it curiously. Catalina looked serious as she replied: “He does not remember. It is speiss, a five-cent piece, you gave me for winning the second game of checkers I played after you taught me how. You said you would never see it again, for I would give it to the priest some day when I went to confess; playing checkers for a philopena.” “This is an old coin,” said the President; “it is dated 1898.” “And the day we played the game is cut on it also,” said Catalina. “A date is on it—December the seventh. But who put it there?” asked the President.