"You may wait here while I write, if you will," she said, and took up the pen. She had brought away from the G—— House, the two cards of her would-be friends, and she now consulted them before she asked. "No. 52 —— street; is that far, Henry?" "It's a five minutes' walk," he answered. "I can go and come in twenty minutes, allowing time for an answer." "Very good," she said, abruptly, and wrote rapidly: Clarence Vaughan. No. 52 —— street. Sir—Having no other friend at hand, I take you at your word. I need your aid, to rescue me from the power of a bad man. Will you meet me, with a carriage, at the south corner of this block, in one hour, and[85] take me to Mrs. Girard, who has offered me a shelter? You know the danger I wish to escape. Aid me "in the name of your mother." Sir [85] Madeline "Weir." Madeline "Weir This is what she penned, and looking up she asked: "What is the number of this place, Henry?" "91 Empire block," he replied; "C—— street." She added this, and then folding and enclosing, addressed it to Clarence Vaughan, M. D., etc. "There, Henry, take it as quickly as you can; and some day I will try and reward you." She smiled upon him as she gave him the letter. He took it, bowed low, and hurried away. She listened until the sound of his footstep could be heard no longer. Then rising quickly, she opened the receptacle that held the portrait of the woman who, though unseen, was still an enemy. Long she gazed upon the pictured face, and when at last she closed the case, springing the lock with a sharp click, she muttered between set teeth: "I shall know you when I see you,
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