g--all
wrong. Good-night, daddy," she cried, impulsively kissing him and
dashing away before he could check her, but not before he caught the
sound of a half sob. For a long time he sat and stared at the fire in
the grate. Then he slapped his knee vigorously, squared his shoulders
and set his jaw like a vise. Arising, he stalked upstairs and tapped on
her door. She opened it an inch or two and peered forth at him--a
pathetic figure in white.

"Don't you worry, Rosalie," he gulped. "It will be all right and hunky
dory. I've just took a solemn oath down stairs."

"An oath, daddy?"

"Yes, sir; I swore by all that's good and holy I'd find out who your
parents are ef it took till doomsday. You shall be set right in the eyes
of everybody. Now, if I was you, I'd go right to sleep. There ain't
nothin' to worry about. I've got another clew."

She smiled lovingly as he ambled away. Poor old Anderson's confidence in
himself was only exceeded by his great love for her.

At last June smiled upon Rosalie and she was off for Boston. Her gowns
were from Albany and her happiness from heaven--according to a
reverential Tinkletown impression. For two weeks after her departure,
Anderson Crow talked himself hoarse into willing ears, always extolling
the beauty of his erstwhile ward as she appeared before the family
circle in each and every one of those wonderful gowns.

This humble narrative has not to do with the glories and foibles of
Boston social life. It has to deal with the adventures of Anderson Crow
and Rosalie Gray in so far as they pertain to a place called Tinkletown.
The joys and pleasures that Rosalie experienced during that month of
June were not unusual in character. The loneliness of Anderson Crow was
not a novelty, if one stops to consider how the world revolves for every
one else. Suffice to say that the Bonners, _mere, fils_ and _fille_,
exerted themselves to make the month an unforgetable one to the
girl--and they succeeded. The usual gaiety, the same old whirl of
experiences, came to her that come to any other mortal who is being
entertained, feted and admired. She was a success--a pleasure in every
way--not only to her hosts but to herself. If there was a cloud hanging
over her head through all these days and nights, the world was none the
wiser; the silver lining was always visible.

Once while she was driving with the Bonners she saw a man whom she knew,
but did not expect to ever look upon again. She could n