Year: 1879

broke up the the conversation as soon as possible. lie had registered in the hotel-book as "John Field, Canterbury, England"

 Still under the impression of my ad- venture of the preceding night, I narrated the story at breakfast. It naturally elicited on the part of my audience the usual comments and ex- pressions of sympathy and commisera- tion for the poor girl which are habitually lavished on such occasions and which in reality mean nothing else but: It is @ very sad thing, certainly; but, thank heaven, have nothing to do with it !" The old Englishman alone said not Q word. Bat when I left the table he followed mo and said:

 Excuse me, could you oblige me by repeating your description of the girl you saw last night. You mentioned, believe, her having red hair ?"

 "Yes; not red, rather of golden auburn hue-quite extraordinary; l never saw the like of it before."

 "And sho has Q mole in shape of 8 cross on her left cheek ?"

 "Exactly so."

 "Thank GU, am very much obliged to you. Those details are of interest to me, for fancy have formerly known person who answered pretty we'll this description.

 Ha hnnol to ,oa J up the staircase with firm step, lean ing with one hand on the balustrade. This conversation with the old gentle man impressed mo greatly. The affair became mysterious. The man did not look as if he were likely to interest himself for some vulgar love intrigue ]; the earnest, eager manner in which he questioned me excluded any such suspicion.

 While I was still ruminating in the hall over the unexpected development my adventure of the night was apparently assuming saw MT. Field descend the stairs with his hat on and 8 cane in his hand and leave the house. resolved to follow him. In the street he walked on with brisk step, taking an easterly direction. Meeting police man he accosted him, apparently asking his way, and then went straight on to the street had mentioned in my narrative. There he again asked his way and retraced his steps to the police station of the precinct. The nearer he came to the end of his walk the slower became his step. He stopped frequently and leaning against 8 wall wiped the | precipitation from his forehead. A powerful emotion had evidently seized on. him. When he reached the station house he stopped at the door of the building, put his foot on the first step of the stairs, then drew it back again and walked off 8 few paces, evidently 8 prey to an uncomfortable agitation. While he was still lingering around the main entrance of the building @ side door opened and Maggie, the girl I had seen in the night, stepped out accom-. panied by policeman and entered 2 prison wagon which was standing at the door.

 Tho old man caught sight of her af she crossed the sidewalk. A terrible change came over him he staggered stretched out his arms towards the prisoner, who bent her eyes to the ground without seeing him, and rushed forward two or three paces; then suddenly he checked himself, grasped eonvuls1vely the iron railing which surrounded tht

 building and buried his head in botl his hands. Thus he remained motionlesi while one policeman slammed the fro, door of the wagon behind the prisone

 and bade the driver move on. When tn,

 wagon had disappeared around the GOT

 ner the old man raised his head. He wa

 as pale as death, his eyes glared with af

 ominous fire and he staggered on, at tempting to walk. Then suddenly h. drew himselfup with naughty gesture and leaning on his cane walked slowl

 back to the hotel. He did not appee either at dinner or at supper.

 The next morning before seven wa awakened by an unusual hustle in tn house. Anxious walters ran to aud fir } in the corridors, doors were slammed

 questions of "What is the matter" wer heard, followed by answers whispere in subdued tone. I dressed hurriedl

 and went down to the office. There learned the sad news-Mr. Field ha l been found dead in his bed. A doctc | was summoned and declared a hear

 stroke to have been the cause of the ol 3 mans death. An inquest was held late a in the day, but nothing touching th i, family or business associations of th y deceased could be brought to light. N

 letter or card was found on his pc 8 son, and nothing else was known of hi d except the name he had registered

 John Field, of Canterbury, England. O A year and half latter was passir s my vacation on visit to friends hous h situated in that paradise of the Englis @ coast-the Isle of Wight. During ? stroll in the neighborhood a mansion v beautiful appearance, surrounded by 1t garden, attracted my attention by u d peculiarly desolate and abandoned lot d both garden and house wore. II .e gravel walks of the former were ove 70 grown with weeds, all the shutters of t st house were closed and the massive ir,

 gates of the garden had rusted in the n hinges. The only vestige of life in t I'd neighborhood of this enchanted cast 10 was the old gate-keeper, who lived in 70 small stone cottage, built in t ,d wall which surrounded tho propert