Himself, he never thought of, in his unselfish life or equally unselfish death. Trask, perforce, resigned all claim to the estate, and Anita and her mother arranged matters between themselves. The assumption was that John Waring’s will, which he burned, had been made in Mrs. Bates’ favor, but on learning of his nearer heirs, he destroyed it. “Anita Waring,” Lockwood murmured softly when at last they were alone together. “I love the name,” she said, “and it is really mine.” “But it will be yours so short a time, it’s scarcely worth while to use it,” Gordon returned. “It will be a short time, won’t it, sweetheart?” “Yes, indeed! I want to go away from Corinth forever. I love my father’s memory, but I can’t stand these scenes. I am tired of mystery in name and in deed. I just want to be—Anita Lockwood.” Whereupon Gordon lost his head entirely. _CAROLYN WELLS’_ _Baffling detective stories in which Fleming Stone, the great American Detective, displays his remarkable ingenuity for unravelling mysteries_ THE MYSTERY OF THE SYCAMORE RASPBERRY JAM THE DIAMOND PIN VICKY VAN THE MARK OF CAIN THE CURVED BLADES THE WHITE ALLEY ANYBODY BUT ANNE THE MAXWELL MYSTERY A CHAIN OF EVIDENCE THE CLUE THE GOLD BAG EACH WITH FRONTISPIECE IN COLOR 12MO. CLOTH PTOMAINE STREET A Rollicking Parody on a Famous Book. Transcriber’s Notes --Copyright notice provided as in the original—this e-text is public domain in the country of publication. --Moved promotional material to the end of the book. --Silently corrected palpable typos; left non-standard spellings and dialect unchanged. --Provided an original cover image, for free and unrestricted use with this Distributed Proofreaders eBook. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Mystery Girl, by Carolyn Wells