"Well, you'd better move on. They don't care to have people hanging around
here."

The man slunk away with a vindictive glance, and Tryon Dunham went back to
the office, more perturbed at the little incident than he could
understand.

Upstairs the girl had dared to open her door and had been relieved to find
the elevator boy there with the two boxes.

"The gentleman's below, an' he says he'll wait, an' he sent these up,"
said the boy, depositing his burden and hurrying away.

She locked her door once more, for somehow a great fear had stolen over
her now that she was again dressed in her own garments and could easily be
recognized.

She opened the large box and read the card lying on the top:

These are my wedding gifts to you, dear. Put them on and come as
soon as possible to the one who loves you better than anything
else in life.

TRYON

Her eyes shone brightly and her cheeks grew rosy red as she lifted out
from its tissue-paper wrappings a long, rich coat of Alaska seal, with
exquisite brocade lining. She put it on and stood a moment looking at
herself in the glass. She felt like one who had for a long time lost her
identity, and has suddenly had it restored. Such garments had been