It beguiles both you and me with its featly spun tales of fame and riches, which it weaves so ingeniously into its fascinating web.
Such were the thoughts invading Mattie's mind as she sat at the parlor window one morning, looking out over Bowling Green, contemplating the strange influences by which she was surrounded, and wondering what the future would bring her.

There was something so earnest and yet so kindly in that pale, expressive face, and those soft blue eyes.
She had counted the days since Tite sailed.

It was nearly three years ago, and only one letter had been received from him.

There was a report in circulation now that the ship, with all on board, was lost.

And although this report could not be traced to any reliable source, it was credited by the owners, who had heard nothing of the ship since she left Coquimbo.
The love Mattie bore Tite burned as brightly now as on the day when first it was kindled.