IX. ” He rolled his eyes, trying 190 to conceal pride. Perhaps she would have to charge this man and appear in a police-court next day. "There," cried Jackson, closing the book and rising, "that'll do. Nothing but the publicity of the place and the recollection of that terrible constituency kept him from attempting some perfectly respectful but unmistakable evidence of his sympathy. For what indeed does she do? A simple song, no gesture, no acting, nothing. You may not know it, but it's easier to find a guy that's gone far than it is when he lays dogo in little old New York. . "Trenchard," he muttered; "Aliva Trenchard—they were right, then, as to the name. What do you say?” “I agree,” Anna said coldly, “if you will make it three months. If you had any idea what depths people have sunken to as you reside safely in this high fortress, you would search your soul to find the mote of charity left there. ‘We don’t know who she is.