In the pale and lovely face lying unconscious on the cushions the young man had recognized a haunting likeness to one he had loved very dearly, and whose tragic fate, six months ago, had thrilled him with unutterable horror. Although other lovers had succeeded Kathleen in Teddy's young, impressionable heart, he had never ceased to regret the fact that she had rejected him. "The sweetest, loveliest girl in all the world!" he had always thought of bonny, dark-eyed Kathleen. And he trembled with pain when he saw in the poor street waif, as he believed her, the awful likeness to his lost loved one. Kathleen, who was beginning to recover consciousness, moaned and stirred, half lifting herself toward the young man. He bent toward her kindly and said: "Are you ill, madame?" That voice! It was one from her happy past. It stirred a pulse in Kathleen's heart, and she turned toward him wildly, her dark eyes opening wide upon his anxious face. The flaring lights from some place of amusement shone into the cab and showed her his features. "Teddy Darrell!" she murmured, in a feeble tone of amazement. "Good heavens! you know me!" he exclaimed. "Who are _you_?" She held out her white hands to him with an entreating gesture. "Don't you know me? Don't you remember Kathleen Carew?" she cried, faintly. "Kathleen Carew is _dead_!" he answered, blankly. "No, no; she lives! It was a mistake. I was in a trance, and I escaped from my coffin and ran away into the woods," whispered the girl, rapidly regaining the strength to speak. "Good heavens! So that's what became of you!" cried Teddy Darrell. He seized her little white hands and pressed them rapturously. "Welcome back to life, my dear girl!" he laughed, happily, and she exclaimed: "You know me--you believe me?" "Of course I do," he replied, joyously. "But how came you to be here in this cab, alone and unconscious?" "I do not know," she answered, in a puzzled voice. "I went home, and mamma told me my father was dead, and that he had disinherited me in his will. Then she denied my identity, and the last thing I remember I fell fainting on the carpet. Oh, Mr. Darrell! will you do me one favor? Take me to my dear friend, Helen Fox." "Helen Fox is in Europe," he replied, reluctantly. "In Europe? Oh, good heavens! what am I to do, then? Helen is the only friend I have to turn to in my distress!" exclaimed the young girl, clasping her beautiful hands in the keenest despair. Teddy Darrell looked at her reproachfully. "You seem to forget _me_, Miss Carew. But I would lay down my life to serve you!" he exclaimed, impetuously. She glanced up and met his eyes. They wore the most killing expression of devotion--and Teddy's dark eyes could be very expressive when he chose. Kathleen blushed vividly, and answered: "I--I--did not know--if I might call you my friend or not. Some men--might not like a young girl after--after----" She paused in confusion.