Her clothing, the nurse pointed out, was of a style several years old, but it was clean and neat.

Most surprising of all, she had with her several hundred dollars; but there was nothing whatever by which to reconstruct her life in those blank years." "But she wrote to you--the letters would have given a clue of some kind ?" "The few letters she wrote me were the most fragmentary and all in the first year; they were like her, poor child; her letters were always the merest scraps.

In all of them she said she would come home in due course; that some of her husband's affairs had to be straightened out first, and that she was perfectly happy.

They were traveling about, she said, and she asked me not to try to write to her.

The first letters came from Canada--Montreal and Quebec; then one from Albany; then even these messages ceased and I heard no more until the telegram called me to Utica.