unfortunate investment of yours turned out all right after all. At least I secured your principal for you." 

 The surprised, glad color came into Martha's face. "How in the world did you manage that, Calvin!" she ejaculated. 

 "I'll send you the papers and cash very soon." 

 "I don't know how to thank you. I really don't," stammered the visitor. 

 She had been very angry with her erstwhile lover a minute ago. The revulsion of feeling bewildered her. 

 The judge rose, and she found herself following his example. 

 "You haven't told me a word what your judgment is about the girl," she said, rather pitifully. 

 He nodded. "Your judgment will be the best. A woman is worth two men in such a case. Carry out your plan, Martha. Interview her, and then we'll see—we'll see." 

 He held open the office door for his visitor to pass out, and woman-like her memory flew back. It seemed but yesterday that this man was hanging on her looks, pleading for her love. 

 A fleeting glance at his expressionless face as he waited for her to pass him was enough. Again her eyes swept the dingy anteroom. "Good-by, Calvin, it's been a relief to talk to you," she said. 

 They shook hands. "If I'd married him," thought Miss Lacey, "that room wouldn't look like that." 

 The judge softly closed the door behind her. "There, but for the grace of God," he murmured devoutly, "goes Mrs. Calvin Trent." Then he returned to his desk, put on his hat, and sat down at his work. 

 Before long Dunham returned. His employer beckoned him with a long, bony finger. 

 The young man's eyes glistened, and he tiptoed forward obediently. 

 "What's the matter with you?" uneasily. "She—the lady has gone?" 

 "Certainly, Judge. I saw her just now disappearing up the street." 

 "Well, listen. I have decided not to go to Boston Wednesday morning. You will go in my place." 

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