lass, but still no Guggenslocker.

"Hasn't Mr. Guggenslocker taken passage?" he demanded, unwilling to
believe his eyes.

"Not on the Kaiser Wilhelm, sir."

"Then, by George, they'll miss the boat!" Lorry exclaimed. "Maybe
they'll be here in a few minutes."

"They can't get anything but steerage now, sir. Everything else is
gone."

"Are you sure they haven't taken passage?" asked the bewildered Lorry,
weakly.

"You can see for yourself," answered the young man, curtly. Lorry
was again in a perspiration, this time the result of a vague, growing
suspicion that had forced itself into his mind. He wandered aimlessly
away, his brain a chaos of speculation. The suspicion to which he had
given countenance grew, and as it enlarged he suffered torment untold.
Gradually he came to the conclusion that she had fooled him, had lied to
him. She did not intend to sail on the Wilhelm, at all. It was all very
clear to him now, that strangeness in her manner, those odd occasional
smiles What was she? An adventuress! That sweet-faced girl a little
ordinary coquette, a liar? He turned cold with the thought. Nor was
she alone in her duplicity. Had not her uncle and aunt been as ready
to deceive him? Were they trying to throw him off their track for some
subtle purpose? Had they done something for which they were compelled
to fly the country as quickly as possible? No! Not that! They certainly
were not fleeing from justice. But why were they not on board the Kaiser
Wilhelm?

Suddenly he started as if he had been struck, and an involuntary
exclamation of pain and horror escaped his lips. Perhaps something
unforeseen had happened--an accident--illness--even death!

The clanging of bells broke upon his ears and he knew that the great
ship was about to depart. Mechanically, disconsolately he walked out and
paced the broad, crowded wharf. All was excitement. There was the rush
of people, the shouts, the cheers, the puffing of tugs, the churning
of water, and the Kaiser Wilhelm was off on its long voyage.
Half-heartedly, miserably and in a dazed condition he found a place in
the front row along the rail. There were tears in his eyes, tears of
anger, shame and mortification. She had played with him!

Moodily he watched the crowd of voyagers hanging over the rails of the
moving leviathan of the deep. A faint smile of irony came to his lips.
This was the boat on which his heart was to have been freighted from
native shores. The craft was