t to see Mr. Calton walking in
the corridor at some distance from the room in question. Indeed, she was
so confounded that when Frida appeared from the room a little flurried,
but with a certain audacity new to her, Miss Trotter withheld her
rebuke, and sent her off on an imaginary errand, while she herself
opened the card-room door. It contained simply Mr. Bilson, her employer;
his explanation was glaringly embarrassed and unreal! Miss Trotter
affected obliviousness, but was silent; perhaps she thought her employer
was better able to take care of himself than Mr. Calton.

A week later this tension terminated by the return of Calton to Roanoke
Ledge, a convalescent man. A very pretty watch and chain afterward were
received by Miss Trotter, with a few lines expressing the gratitude of
the ex-patient. Mr. Bilson was highly delighted, and frequently borrowed
the watch to show to his guests as an advertisement of the healing
powers of the Summit Hotel. What Mr. Calton sent to the more attractive
and flirtatious Frida did not as publicly appear, and possibly Mr.
Bilson did not know it. The incident of the cardroom was forgotten.
Since that discovery, Miss Trotter had felt herself debarred from taking
the girl's conduct into serious account, and it did not interfere with
her work.

II

One afternoon Miss Trotter received a message that Mr. Calton desired
a few moments' private conversation with her. A little curious, she had
him shown into one of the sitting-rooms, but was surprised on entering
to find that she was in the presence of an utter stranger! This was
explained by the visitor saying briefly that he was Chris's elder
brother, and that he presumed the name would be sufficient introduction.
Miss Trotter smiled doubtfully, for a more distinct opposite to Chris
could not be conceived. The stranger was apparently strong, practical,
and masterful in all those qualities in which his brother was charmingly
weak. Miss Trotter, for no reason whatever, felt herself inclined to
resent them.

"I reckon, Miss Trotter," he said bluntly, "that you don't know anything
of this business that brings me here. At least," he hesitated, with a
certain rough courtesy, "I should judge from your general style and gait
that you wouldn't have let it go on so far if you had, but the fact is,
that darned fool brother of mine--beg your pardon!--has gone and got
himself engaged to one of the girls that help here,--a yellow-haired
foreigner, c