“What was she doing there?” Frank did not wish to tell that she had spoken to him. He said he did not know, and, in a clever manner, explained how he had talked with her, without telling how it came about. “Poor Daisy! My little Daisy!” sobbed the woman. “She did not tell you the whole truth. She is not stopping with her friends here now. Her father was rather harsh with her, but he is ready enough to take her back. I followed her as soon as I could, but I have hunted, hunted, hunted—all in vain. Oh, I must find her! Can’t you help me?” “My good woman, the best thing you can do is to get some rest to-night and look for your daughter to-morrow.” “Rest! Do you think I can rest while my little girl is adrift in this wicked city? No, no! I shall never rest again till I find her!” In vain Frank urged her, seeing that she was almost utterly worn out. She would not listen to him. She made him promise he would tell Daisy if he saw her that her mother was there searching everywhere for her. And then, all at once, the woman cried out that she must be searching, searching, and away she went. When she was gone, Frank realized he had not found where she was stopping, or how he could communicate with her if he happened to meet Daisy again. “But it isn’t likely I’ll see the girl again,” he muttered, walking on. “We leave the city early to-morrow.” The meeting with the unfortunate woman had driven the feeling of satisfaction from him. He could not forget her and her saddened, tear-wet face. He was haunted by thoughts of her. He came to a large building, in front of which hung a lighted, transparent sign, which read: _THE JOLLY CLUB._ DANCE TO-NIGHT. The sound of music came from the open windows far above his head. As he paused a moment and glanced upward, he heard a laugh that gave him a start. He had heard that mocking laughter before. “It’s Daisy Blaney!” he exclaimed. In a moment Frank had formed a resolution. He would find the girl if she were in the dance hall. Frank ascended the stairs, learned that he could obtain admission for fifty cents, paid the money and entered the hall. A waltz was in progress, and the floor was covered with gliding, whirling couples. As Frank had expected, the patrons of the dance were of the lower order of society, although there seemed to be some semirespectable people on the floor. Merry looked around for the girl whom he sought, and, to his intense satisfaction, it was not long before he discovered her. She was waltzing with a tall, red-headed young man, who looked like a would-be tough. Frank kept watch of her, and when the waltz was over he saw her disappear with her partner into an adjoining room. Merry followed. He found this room was where “refreshments” were served. In this case the “refreshments” seemed to consist mainly of beer, which the thirsty couples consumed at little tables.