Excuse me a moment." "All right; busy, I see.

Hasta manana." The picture vanished, the frame was empty.
"You see," continued the editor, turning to Mr.Bowers, "there has been a mistake.

I"-- but he stopped suddenly at the ashen face of Mr.Bowers, still fixed in the direction of the vanished figure.
"Are you ill ?" Mr.Bowers did not reply, but slowly withdrew his eyes, and turned them heavily on the editor.

Then, drawing a longer, deeper breath, he picked up his soft felt hat, and, moulding it into shape in his hands as if preparing to put it on, he moistened his dry, grayish lips, and said, gently:-- "Friend o' yours ?" "Yes," said the editor--"Jack Hamlin.

Of course, you know him ?" "Yes." Mr.Bowers here put his hat on his head, and, after a pause, turned round slowly once or twice, as if he had forgotten it, and was still seeking it.