As the beautiful young girl picked her way across Park Row, more than one person stared at her. There was a freshness and stateliness about her that is not often seen in city maidens. As yet the country bloom was still dyeing her cheeks, and the marvelous whiteness of her skin was good to behold. She had passed through many trials since she came to the city, acting the part of heroine on several occasions, yet each time withdrawing herself and her noble deeds as rapidly as possible into the background. “I can’t understand it,” she whispered, as she hurried across the Park. “Oh, my poor little sister; how thoughtless she is! Why, it would break Ralph Moore’s heart if he thought Dollie was fickle.” Ralph Moore was Dollie’s sweetheart, and they were to be married soon—just as soon as Ralph’s position admitted of the change—and Marion already loved him as she would her own brother. She knew that Dollie was only a child in heart, the baby of the family, and very unsophisticated, but she had not believed that she would be so really careless of Ralph’s feelings as to accept attention from her employer. Marion was thinking deeply as she reached Broadway, but as she stepped on the crossing she paused to look about her. Not ten feet away she saw one of the new automobile carriages, and as she glanced at it carelessly she recognized one of the occupants. It was George Colebrook, a man whom she had reason to despise, for he had played the traitor in a love affair with her dear friend, Alma Allyn, and such actions as this always shocked her pure nature. He was looking straight at her with an ugly gleam in his eyes, and Marion noticed that his companion was a flashily dressed woman. “He hates me, I believe,” thought Marion to herself, “and all because I showed him how I loathed him. If looks could kill, I should certainly die this minute, and yet that black-hearted fellow once dared to make love to me! Oh, how I despise such treacherous creatures!” When Marion reached the Astor House dining-room, she stood perfectly still and looked around. A dozen people turned their heads and commented on her beauty. Dollie and her employer were not there, so Marion made her way to the parlor. The instant she looked in, she saw Dollie sitting by the window. Marion walked over to her quickly and put her hand on her shoulder. With a little scream of surprise, Dollie turned and looked at her; the next second they were hugging and kissing each other. There was only one person besides themselves in the parlor just then, so for a minute the girls talked freely, but in low tones so as not to attract attention. “But, sister, what are you doing here?” asked Marion, after a little. “I went to the office and could not find you, and the office boy told me you were lunching with your employer.”