ly passed through him. For a moment he was
almost spell-bound. Where had he seen that face? Then suddenly it
occurred to him that it was the _fac-simile_ of the picture he had
bought abroad.

And as he gazed with spell-bound attention, much to his disgust he saw
the young woman stop in front of a wine-room and peer in at one of the
windows. This action disgusted the young doctor immeasurably.

"How sad that one so fair as she should have gone wrong in the morning
of life," he thought.

Suddenly she turned and attempted to dart across the street. But in that
moment her foot slipped, and she was precipitated directly under the
horses' hoofs.

A cry broke from the lips of the doctor, and was echoed by the man on
the box.

"Are you hurt?" cried Doctor Gardiner, springing from his seat and
bending over the prostrate figure of the girl.

"No, no!" cried the girl, in the saddest, sweetest voice he had ever
heard. "They must not find me here when they come to the door; they will
be so angry!" she said, springing to her feet.

At that moment there was a commotion in the wine-room, the door of which
had just been opened.

As the girl turned to look in that direction, she saw a man pushed
violently into the street.

"Oh, it is father--it is father!" cried the young girl, wildly, shaking
herself free from the doctor's detaining hand. "Oh, they have killed my
father! See! he is lying on the pavement dead, motionless! Oh, God, pity
me! I am left alone in the wide, wide world!"

CHAPTER VII.

BERNARDINE.

Doctor Gardiner sprung forward quickly.

"You are unnecessarily alarmed, my dear young lady," he said. "The
gentleman is only stunned."

So it proved to be; for he had scarcely ceased speaking when the man
struggled to his feet and looked about him in dazed bewilderment.

"Oh, papa, darling, have they killed you!" sobbed the young girl,
springing wildly forward and throwing her arms about the dust-begrimed
man.

"I don't know, Bernardine," he answered in a shrill voice. "I am sure
every bone in my body is broken--quite sure."

"No," interrupted Doctor Gardiner, pitying the young girl in her
distress; "you are only bruised. I am a doctor; if you will give me your
address, I will look in and give you something when I return this way. I
may return in an hour's time, I may be as late as to-morrow morning."

"We--we--could not pay for the services of a doctor, sir," sobbed the
young girl. "If there is anyt