Say, Doc," he added in a lower voice, coming near to the doctor, "what's that behind you ?" The doctor turned sharply and saw a young lady whose long clinging black dress made her seem taller than she was.

She wore a little black hat with a single feather on one side, which gave it a sort of tam o' shanter effect.

She came forward with hand outstretched.
"I know you, Mr.Martin," she said in a voice that indicated immense relief.
"You ?" he cried.

"Is it you?
And to think I didn't know you.

And to think you should remember me." "Remember! Well do I remember you--and that day in the Cuagh Oir--but you have forgotten all about that day." A little flush appeared on her pale cheek.
"Forgotten ?" cried Martin.
"But you didn't know me," she added with a slight severity in her tone.
"I was not looking for you." "Not looking for me ?" cried the girl.