"My name is Eva Gaines. I want to remember your name, for I never had such a fright in all my life." "I'll be sure to remember yours," Fred remarked. "Why will you? Because you were hurt?" Fred looked around and saw that everybody also in the room was listening to the claiming of the two purses, so he went close up to her and said in a half whisper: "Because you are the most beautiful girl I ever saw." "Oh, my!" and her face flushed and eyes sparkled. Young as she was, she was woman enough to know that it was honest admiration on the part of the youth. Fred seemed half frightened over what he had said and drew back. But she gave him a look and a smile that told him plainly he had not offended. He was going to say more to her, but at that moment her father turned to her, saying: "Here, daughter, your purse is yours again," and he held it out to her. She took it, opened it quickly and glanced at its contents. "Young man," said Mr. Gaines, turning to Fred, "you've got the right stuff in you," and he extended his hand, which Fred grasped and shook. "I won't forget you. I have a brother who is a member of the Stock Exchange, and I want send your name to him. What is it?" "I have his name, father," said the young girl. "Ah, very well, then," and he gave Fred's hand another shake and turned away. But he left a $20 gold coin in it, which Fred's fingers closed over very promptly. The next moment they were gone. Fred put the goldpiece in his pocket, while the thought flashed through his mind that the young girl was all gold herself. The officer took his name and address as a witness, and then led his prisoner away to the police station. Just as he was leaving the room a broker called out to Fred: "That man will never forgive you for his arrest. He will set some friends of his after you, so you had better be on your guard." "I'm on my guard all the time, sir," Fred replied. "What is your name?" "Fred Halsey." The broker wrote the name on his cuff and then went out of the room. Fred thought nothing of the incident, and went out a moment or two later himself, going to the street, hoping to see Bob and find out how B. & H. was doing. Out on the street he found that nobody had heard of the pickpocket's arrest in the Exchange building. "I am $20 in on that racket, anyhow," he said to himself as he walked around to the side entrance of the Exchange. "I would like to do as well every day in the year. Lord, but she is a beauty!" He was thinking of the girl. Somebody ran into him and the two came near going down in a heap together. "Hello, Fred! I'm in a hurry!" exclaimed the other. It was Bob! "Well, don't you know me well enough not to try to run over or through me? You can save time by running around me every time."