anation.

If you are "Mary Remington," tell me where and when I can talk
with you. Immediately important to us both!

This was what he had written on the card. His fingers trembled as he took
it from the silver tray which she presented to him demurely. He picked it
up and eagerly read the delicate writing--hers--the same that had
expressed her thanks and told of her safe arrival in Chicago. He could
scarcely refrain from leaping from his chair and shouting aloud in his
gladness.

The message she had written was simple. No stranger reading it would have
thought twice about it. If the guest had read it aloud, it would have
aroused no suspicion.

Y.W.C.A. Building, small parlor, three to-morrow.

He knew the massive building, for he had passed it many times, but never
had he supposed it could have any interest for him. Now suddenly his heart
warmed to the great organization of Christian women who had established
these havens for homeless ones in the heart of the great cities.

He looked up at the girl as she was passing the coffee on the other side
of the table, but not a flicker of an eyelash showed she recognized him.
She went through her duties and withdrew from the room, but though they
lingered long over the coffee, she did not return. When they went into
the other room, his interest in the family grew less and less. The
daughter of the house sat down at the piano, after leading him up to ask
her to sing, and chirped through several sentimental songs, tinkling out a
shallow accompaniment with her plump, manicured fingers. His soul revolted
at the thought that she should be here entertaining the company, while
that other one whose music would have thrilled them all stayed humbly in
the kitchen, doing some menial task.

He took his leave early in the evening and hurried back to his hotel. As
he crossed the street to hail a cab, he thought he saw a short, baggy
figure shambling along in the shadow on the other side, looking up at the
house.

He had professed to have business to attend to, but when he reached his
room he could do nothing but sit down and think. That he had found her for
whom he had so long sought filled him with a deeper joy than any he had
ever known before. That he had found her in such a position deepened the
mystery and filled him with a nameless dread. Then out of the shadow of
his thoughts shambled the baggy man in the rubbers, and he could not rest,
but took his hat and walked