she bent over the beautiful stranger with a tender,
motherly face.

"Not your child! Who can she be, then?" her companion inquired, in
surprise.

They searched in her pretty velvet bag, hoping to find her card or some
address; but nothing was found save some car tickets and a generous sum
of money.

The inscription upon her music-roll revealed scarcely more--only the
initials "V. D. H." being engraven upon its silver clasp.

She had recovered consciousness, but still lay so weak and faint that
the surgeon did not think it best to question her just then, and, after
taking one more look at his other patient, he went away to other duties,
but promised to look in upon them again in a couple of hours.

When he did return he found Wallace comfortable and sleeping; but the
young girl was in a high fever and raving with delirium.

"Shall I have her taken to the hospital?" Doctor Norton asked of Mrs.
Richardson. "The care of both patients will be far too much for you, and
her friends will probably find her there before long."

"I cannot bear to let her go," Mrs. Richardson replied, with staring
tears. "She is so young, and has been so delicately reared. I know that
she would have the best of care; still I recoil from the thought of
having her moved. Leave her here for a day or two, and, if my son is
comfortable, perhaps I can take care of her without neglecting him."

Thus it was arranged, and the physician went away thinking that women
like Mrs. Richardson were rare.

Two days later the following advertisement appeared in the Cincinnati
papers:

Wanted, information regarding Miss Violet Draper Huntington,
who left her home, No. ---- Auburn avenue, on Tuesday
afternoon, to take a music lesson in the city. Fears have
been entertained that she might have been one of the victims of
the Main street accident, but though her friends have thoroughly
searched the morgue and hospitals, no tidings of her have as
yet been obtained.

Doctor Morton read the above while on his way to visit his two patients
in Hughes street, and instantly his mind reverted to the initials
engraved upon the unknown girl's music-roll.

"V. D. H.," he said, musingly, as his eyes rested upon the name Violet
Draper Huntington in the advertisement. "That is my pretty patient, poor
child! and now we will have your friends looking after you and relieving
that poor overworked woman before another twelve hours pass."

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