"Lady to see you, Miss." "I cannot see anyone," said Diantha; "you must excuse me." "Beg pardon, Miss, but it's not a reporter; it's--." The landlady stretched her lean neck around the door edge and whispered hoarsely, "It's young Mrs.Weatherstone!" Diantha rose to her feet, a little bewildered.

"I'll be right down," she said.

But a voice broke in from the hall, "I beg your pardon, Miss Bell, but I took the liberty of coming up; may I come in ?" She came in, and the landlady perforce went out.

Mrs.Weatherstone held Diantha's hand warmly, and looked into her eyes.

"I was a schoolmate of Ellen Porne," she told the girl.