He seemed to actually see her now for the first time, fairly--a supple, slender figure, simply dressed, with wonderfully excessive brown eyes, a perfect wealth of dark hair, a clear complexion with slight olive tinge to it, a strong, intelligent face, not strictly beautiful, yet strangely attractive, the forehead low and broad, the nose straight, the lips full and inclined to smile.

Suddenly a vague remembrance brought recognition.
"Why, I know you now." "Indeed!" the single word a note of undisguised surprise.
"Yes; I thought you looked oddly familiar all the time, but couldn't for the life of me connect up.

You're Christie Maclaire." "Am I ?" her eyes filled with curiosity.
"Of course you are.

You needn't be afraid of me if you want it kept secret, but I know you just the same.

Saw you at the 'Gaiety' in Independence, maybe two months ago.