when the horrified surprise in the eyes of Miss Bentley as she
recognised him, rose up to torment him.

It was in one of these that the Reporter had presented himself this
time, and when he was gone the Candy Man returned to his gloom. Having
nothing else to do just then he opened the shabby book with the funny
name, and looked at the crimson flower. Through the stain of the flower
he read:

_"If a person is fearful and abject, what else is necessary but
to apply for permission to bury him as if he were dead."_


The book had come into his possession by a curious chance not long
before, and he treasured it, not so much for its sturdy philosophy, as
because it was in some sort a link to the shadowy past of his early
childhood.

The adjectives "fearful" and "abject" brought him up short. What manner
of man was he to be so quickly overwhelmed by difficulties? As for being
a Candy Man, did he not owe to this despised position his good fortune
in meeting Miss Bentley at all?

Somewhere about eight o'clock the next evening, being Sunday, he might
have been seen strolling by the house of the Little Red Chimney. That
particular architectural feature had lost its identity in the shades of
evening, but he was indulging the characteristic desire of a lover to
gaze at his lady's window under the kindly cover of the night.

The blind was drawn within a few inches of the sill, but these inches