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The fortnight slowly passed.She returned, but he did not see her.She was always out or engaged in her room with some female friend when Herbert was at home.This was singular, as she had never appeared to him as a young girl who was fond of visiting or had ever affected female friendships.In fact, there was little doubt now that, wittingly or unwittingly, she was avoiding him.

He was moodily sitting by the fire one evening, having returned early from dinner.In reply to his habitual but affectedly careless inquiry, Ellen had told him that Mrs.Brooks was confined to her room by a slight headache, and that Miss Brooks was out.He was trying to read, and listening to the wind that occasionally rattled the casement and caused the solitary gas-lamp that was visible in the side street to flicker and leap wildly.Suddenly he heard the same footfall upon his outer step and a light tap at the door.Determined this time to solve the mystery, he sprang to his feet and ran to the door; but to his anger and astonishment it was locked and the key was gone.Yet he was positive that HE had not taken it out.

The tap was timidly repeated.In desperation he called out, "Please don't go away yet.The key is gone; but I'll find it in a moment." Nevertheless he was at his wits' end.

There was a hesitating pause and then the sound of a key cautiously thrust into the lock.It turned; the door opened, and a tall figure, whose face and form were completely hidden in a veil and long gray shawl,quickly glided into the room and closed the door behind it.Then it suddenly raised its arms, the shawl was parted, the veil fell aside, and Cherry stood before him!

Her face was quite pale.Her eyes, usually downcast, frightened, or coldly clear, were bright and beautiful with excitement.The dimples were faintly there, although the smile was sad and half hysterical.She remained standing, erect and tall, her arms dropped at her side, holding the veil and shawl that still depended from her shoulders.

"So--I've caught you!" she said, with a strange little laugh."Oh yes.'Please don't go away yet.I'll get the key in a moment,'" she continued, mimicking his recent utterance.

He could only stammer, "Miss Brooks--then it was YOU?""Yes; and you thought it was SHE, didn't you? Well, and you're caught! I didn't believe it; I wouldn't believe it when they said it.I determined to find it out myself. And I have; and it's true."Unable to determine whether she was serious or jesting, and conscious only of his delight at seeing her again, he advanced impulsively.But her expression instantly changed: she became at once stiff and school-girlishly formal, and stepped back towards the door.

"Don't come near me, or I'll go," she said quickly, with her hand upon the lock.

"But not before you tell me what you mean," he said half laughingly half earnestly."Who is SHE? and what wouldn't you have believed? For upon my honor, Miss Brooks, I don't know what you are talking about."His evident frankness and truthful manner appeared to puzzle her."You mean to say you were expecting no one?" she said sharply.

"I assure you I was not."

"And--and no woman was ever here--at that door?"He hesitated."Not to-night--not for a long time; not since you returned from Oakland.""Then there WAS one?" "I believe so."

"You BELIEVE--you don't KNOW?"

"I believed it was a woman from her voice; for the door was locked,and the key was downstairs.When I fetched it and opened the door, she--or whoever it was--was gone."

"And that's why you said so imploringly, just now, 'Please don't go away yet'?You see I've caught you. Ah! I don't wonder you blush!"If he had, his cheeks had caught fire from her brilliant eyes and the extravagantly affected sternness--as of a school-girl monitor-- in her animated face. Certainly he had never seen such a transformation.

"Yes; but, you see, I wanted to know who the intruder was," he said, smiling at his own embarrassment.

"You did--well, perhaps THAT will tell you? It was found under your door before I went away." She suddenly produced from her pocket a folded paper and handed it to him.It was a misspelt scrawl, and ran as follows:--"Why are you so cruel? Why do you keep me dansing on the stepps before them gurls at the windows? Was it that stuckup Saint, Miss Brooks, that you were afraid of, my deer? Oh, you faithless trater! Wait till I ketch you!I'll tear your eyes out and hern!"It did not require great penetration for Herbert to be instantly convinced that the writer of this vulgar epistle and the owner of the unknown voice were two very different individuals.The note was evidently a trick. A suspicion of its perpetrators flashed upon him.

"Whoever the woman was, it was not she who wrote the note," he said positively."Somebody must have seen her at the door.I remember now that those girls--your neighbors--were watching me from their window when I came out.Depend upon it, that letter comes from them." Cherry's eyes opened widely with a sudden childlike perception, and then shyly dropped."Yes," she said slowly; "they DID watch you.They know it, for it was they who made it the talk of the neighborhood, and that's how it came to mother's ears."She stopped, and, with a frightenedlook, stepped back towards the door again."Then THAT was why your mother"--"Oh yes," interrupted Cherry quickly."That was why I went over to Oakland, and why mother forbade my walking with you again, and why she had a talk with friends about your conduct, and why she came neartelling Mr.Carstone all about it until I stopped her." She checked herself--he could hardly believe his eyes--the pale, nun- like girl was absolutely blushing.