"You know I want to find him, and some of the papers might throw light on his movements." "I don't know but you could," answered Angelica indifferently. "I'll be willing to pay your mother one week's board for the box and its contents." "Then I am sure she will let you have them. They are worth nothing to her. I only wonder she hasn't used them to kindle the fire with before now." "I hope she hasn't," returned Bert anxiously. "No; I know she hasn't, for I saw them in the attic only last week. I'll look them up for you some day when I am at leisure." "Thank you." "I wonder Mr. Harding hasn't written to you," he said, a little later. "Oh, go along! You don't suppose there was anything between me and him?" said Angelica, who liked nothing better than to be teased about the attentions of members of the other sex. Bert was sharp enough to see this, and thought he might make it available in promoting the object he had in view. "I thought, perhaps, he had gone away because you didn't smile upon his suit." Miss Angelica laughed and tossed her head in great delight. "As if I would tell you," she said. "I only hope he hasn't committed suicide." "Oh, Mr. Barton, how can you? Really, I shall have to complain to ma." All this was very amusing to Bert, who had a natural love of fun, and quite understood Angelica by this time, though, truth to tell, she was not difficult to read. When supper was over, Miss Stubbs said graciously: "Mr. Barton, if you are not pressed for time, will you linger a while? I play a little on the piano, and if you are fond of music, I will play for you. Usually I have to be in the store, but this is my evening off." "I shall be glad to stay, Miss Stubbs. I am fond of music." "Mr. Harding often lingered with me in the evening hours. He liked to hear me play." "As I no doubt shall." "Do you sing, Mr. Barton?" "No; I wish I did." Miss Angelica's piano was probably twenty-five years old, and was very much out of tune. But even if it had been a Chickering Grand, her playing would hardly have captivated a musical ear. She had little taste, and the lessons she had taken had only given her the ability to play a few easy tunes. Bert found half an hour of Miss Angelica's music and society all he cared to enjoy at one time. He therefore excused himself, and taking his hat, went out for a walk. As he was a stranger in Harrisburg, he was not particular in what direction he strolled, but naturally bent his steps toward what appeared to be the central part of the city. As he sauntered along, his attention was attracted to a flaring poster on a dead wall, setting forth the attractive features of THE STREETS OF GOTHAM. _A Realistic Play of New York Life._ As given by a Star Combination of world-renowned Actors. For one week only. Reserved seats, 50 cents. Balcony, 25 cents.