he door to see
if the carriage had come. It was there. He glanced inside to see if his
orders about flowers had been fulfilled, and spoke a few words of
direction to the driver. Turning back to the door, he found the small, red
eyes of the baggy Irishman fixed upon him. Something in the slouch of the
figure reminded Dunham strongly now of the man he had noticed the night
before, and as he went back into the building he looked the man over well
and determined to watch him. As he sat in the office waiting, twice he saw
the bleary eyes of the baggy man applied to the glass panes in the front
door and as suddenly withdrawn. It irritated him, and finally he strode to
the door and asked the man if he were looking for some one.

"Just waitin' fer me sweetheart," whined the man, with a cringing
attitude. "She has a room in here, an' I saw her go in a while back."

"Well, you'd better move on. They don't care to have people hanging around
here."

The man slunk away with a vindictive glance, and Tryon Dunham went back to
the office, more perturbed at the little incident than he could
understand.

Upstairs the girl had dared to open her door and had been relieved to find
the elevator boy there with the two boxes.

"The gentleman's below, an' he says he'll wait, an' he sent these up,"
said the boy, depositing his burden and hurrying away.

She locked her door once more, for somehow a great fear had stolen over
her now that she was again dressed in her own garments and could easily be
recognized.

She opened the large box and read the card lying on the top:

These are my wedding gifts to you, dear. Put them on and come as
soon as possible to the one who loves you better than anything
else in life.

TRYON

Her eyes shone brightly and her cheeks grew rosy red as she lifted out
from its tissue-paper wrappings a long, rich coat of Alaska seal, with
exquisite brocade lining. She put it on and stood a moment looking at
herself in the glass. She felt like one who had for a long time lost her
identity, and has suddenly had it restored. Such garments had been
ordinary comforts of her former life. She had not been warm enough in the
coarse black coat.

The other box contained a beautiful hat of fur to match the coat. It was
simply trimmed with one long, beautiful black plume, and in shape and
general appearance was like the hat he had borrowed for her use in the
fall. S