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I mean, assuming that the fellow is capable of manly feeling, and that Peggy has aroused it. That, of course, remains for me to find out. How I am to fish Harry Goward out of the ocean of New York city doesn't trouble me in the least. Given Aunt Elizabeth, he will complete the equation. If Mrs. Chataway should fail me But I won't suppose that Mrs. Chataway will fail.

Oh, how glad I was to let them both in as far as I possibly could! And clearly now I had let Mrs. Chataway, if such she was, in very far indeed. She stared, but then airily considered. "Oh, well I guess she's somewheres." "I guess she is!" I replied. "She hasn't got here yet she has so many friends in the city.

Any for us?" I could see mother was very tender of her for some reason, or she never would have called her Lily. "For me," said Aunt Elizabeth, as if she were tired. "From Mrs. Chataway. A package, too. It looks like visiting-cards. That seems to be from her, too." She broke open the package. "Why!" said she, "of all things! Why!" "That's pretty engraving," said mother, looking over her shoulder.

"You have lost Harry Goward, and you come here " "On the same errand, I presume, my distressed and distressing sister, that has brought you. Have you seen her?" he demanded, with sudden, uncharacteristic shrewdness. At this moment a portiere opened at the side of my back parlor, and Mrs. Chataway, voluminously appearing, mysteriously beckoned me.

In point of fact, I shall register at "The Sphinx," that nice ladies' hotel where mere man is never admitted. I have always supposed that the Mrs. Chataway Aunt Elizabeth talks about kept a boarding-house. I think Aunt Elizabeth rolls in upon her like a spent wave between visits. I have no doubt that I shall be able to trace Aunt Elizabeth by her weeds upon this beach. After that the rest is easy.

Chataway in a connection which will lead to the widest possible influence for her and for me. In Mrs. Chataway's letter to-day she urges me to join her. She says I have enormous magnetism and and other qualifications." "Don't you want me to tell Cyrus?" said mother. She spoke quite faintly. "You can simply tell Cyrus that I have gone to Mrs. Chataway's," said Aunt Elizabeth.

"To please you, Maria, I will go down." If Aunt Elizabeth's dejection were assumed, mine was not. I have been in the lowest possible spirits since my unlucky discovery. Anything and everything had occurred to me except that she and that boy could quarrel. I had fancied him shadowing Mrs. Chataway for the slightest sign of his charmer.

Let me have some tea in my own room at four, please." She got up, and her letter and one of the cards fell to the floor. I picked them up for her, and I saw on the card: Mrs. Ronald Chataway Magnetic Healer and Mediumistic Divulger Lost Articles a Specialty I don't know why, but I thought, like mother and Aunt Elizabeth, "Well, of all things!"

But the rest of that day mother and I were too busy to exchange a word about Mrs. Chataway or even Aunt Elizabeth. "My stars!" said she, "I've forgotten Aunt Elizabeth's tea." "It's of no consequence, dear," said Aunt Elizabeth's voice at the door. "I asked Katie to bring it up." "Why," said mother, "you're not going?" I held my breath. Aunt Elizabeth looked so pretty.

What I took to be Mrs. Chataway herself admitted me with undisguised hesitation. Miss Talbert, she said, was not at home; that is no, she was not home. She explained that a great many people had been asking for Miss Talbert; there were two in the parlor now.