official must eventually assume the duties of the two sympathizing
friends who had originated them, and had stood in loco parentis to
the constructive orphan. The mother, Mrs. Howard, had disappeared
a year after the Trust had been made--it was charitably presumed in
order to prevent any complications that might arise from her
presence in the country. With these facts before him, Paul
Hathaway was more concerned in wondering what Pendleton could want
with him than, I fear, any direct sympathy with the situation. On
the contrary, it appeared to him more favorable for keeping the
secret of Mrs. Howard's relationship, which would now die with
Colonel Pendleton and himself; and there was no danger of any
emotional betrayal of it in the cold official administration of a
man who had received the Trust through the formal hands of
successive predecessors. He had forgotten the time limited for the
guardianship, but the girl must soon be of age and off their hands.
If there had ever been any romantic or chivalrous impression left
upon his memory by the scene in the mayor's office, I fear he had
put it away with various other foolish illusions of his youth, to
which he now believed he was superior.

Nevertheless, he would see the colonel, and at once, and settle the
question. He looked at the address, "St. Charles Hotel." He
remembered an old hostelry of that name, near the Plaza. Could it
be possible that it had survived the alterations and improvements
of the city? It was an easy walk through remembered streets, yet
with changed shops and houses and faces. When he reached the
Plaza, scarce recognizable in its later frontages of brick and
stone, he found the old wooden building still intact, with its
villa-like galleries and verandas incongruously and ostentatiously
overlooked by two new and aspiring erections on either side. For