recovered her senses, and professes to know nothing of what
happened, but the physicians say she is liable to another attack
of insanity, and deem it safe to keep her confined. She escaped
during the night, leaving no clew to her whereabouts. How she
managed to get open the window through which she left the asylum
is still a mystery.

In disgust he flung the paper from him and took up another.

FOUL PLAY SUSPECTED! BEAUTIFUL YOUNG HEIRESS MISSING

His soul turned sick within him. He looked up and saw a little procession
of late revellers rushing out to the last suburban train, the girls
leaving a trail of orris perfume and a vision of dainty opera cloaks. One
of the men was a city friend of his. Dunham half envied him his
unperturbed mind. To be sure, he would not get back to the city till three
in the morning, but he would have no visions of robberies and fair
lunatics and hard pressed maidens unjustly pursued, to mar his rest.

Dunham buttoned his coat and turned up his collar as he started out into
the street, for the night had turned cold, and his nerves made him chilly.
As he walked, the blood began to race more healthily in his veins, and the
horrors of the evening papers were dispelled. In their place came pleasant
memories of the evening at Mrs. Bowman's, of the music, and of their ride
and talk together. In his heart a hope began to rise that her dark days
would pass, and that he might find her again and know her better.

His brief night's sleep was cut short by a sharp knock at his door the
next morning. He awoke with a confused idea of being on a sleeping-car,
and wondered if he had plenty of time to dress, but his sister's voice