up something that we can all sign at once." She fixed her eyes on
Paul, partly to satisfy her curiosity and justify her predilection
for him, and partly to detect him in any overt act of boyishness.
But the youth simply returned her glance with a cheerful, easy
prescience, as if her past lay clearly open before him. For some
minutes there was only the rapid scratching of the Mayor's pen over
the paper. Suddenly he stopped and looked up.

"What's her name?"

"She mustn't have mine, said the woman quickly. "That's a part of
my idea. I give that up with the rest. She must take a new name
that gives no hint of me. Think of one, can't you, you two men?
Something that would kind of show that she was the daughter of the
city, you know."

"You couldn't call her 'Santa Francisca,' eh?" said Colonel
Pendleton, doubtingly.

"Not much," said the woman, with a seriousness that defied any
ulterior insinuation.

"Nor Chrysopolinia?" said the Mayor, musingly.

"But that's only a FIRST name. She must have a family name," said
the woman impatiently.

"Can YOU think of something, Paul?" said the Mayor, appealing to
Hathaway. "You're a great reader, and later from your classics
than I am." The Mayor, albeit practical and Western, liked to be