18." As Hugh read the date his heart gave one great throb, for that was the summer, that the month when he lost the Golden Haired.

Something, too, reminded him of the warm moonlight night, when the little snowy fingers, over which the fierce waters were soon to beat, had strayed through his heavy locks, which the girl had said were too long to be becoming, playfully severing them at random, and saying "she means to keep the fleece to fill a cushion with." "I wonder whose it is ?" Adah said; "I've thought it might have been her mother's." "Her lover's more likely," suggested Hugh, glancing once more at the picture, which certainly had in it a resemblance to the Golden Haired, save that the curls were darker, and the eyes a deeper blue.
"Will mas'r have de carriage?
He say something 'bout it," Caesar said, just then thrusting his woolly head in at the door, and thus reminding Hugh that Adah had yet to hear of Aunt Eunice and his plan of taking her thither.
With a burst of tears, Adah listened to him, and then insisted upon going away, as she had done the previous night.

She had no claim on him, and she could not be a burden.
"You, madam, think it best, I'm sure," she said, appealing to Mrs.
Worthington, whose heart yearned strangely toward the unprotected stranger, and who answered, promptly: "I do not, I am willing you should remain until your friends are found." Adah offered no further remonstrance, but turning to Hugh, said, hesitatingly: "I may hear from my advertisement.

Do you take the _Herald_ ?" "Yes, though I can't say I think much of it," Hugh replied, and Adah continued: "Then if you ever find anything for me, you'll tell me, and I can go away.

I said, 'Direct to Adah Hastings.' Somebody will be sure to see it.