Rosalie le Grange Annette "It wasn't the money; it was the game—" He had taken an impression of mental power as startling as a sudden blow in the face "Then it's as good as done" Norcross's breath came a little faster "I was looking straight down on the back parlors" "Stay where you are," he commanded...

THE UNKNOWN GIRL In a Boston and Albany parlor-car, east bound through the Berkshires, sat a young man respectfully, but intently studying a young woman. Now and then, from the newspapers heaped in mannish confusion about his chair, he selected another sheet. Always, he took advantage of this opportunity to face the chair across the aisle and to sweep a glance over a piquant little profile, intent on a sober-looking book. Again, he would gaze out of the window; and he gazed oftenest when a freig