"But Louise expects a young gentleman to call upon her in a few minutes, and perhaps you can drop in again; another Sunday, for instance." "Perhaps so," said Uncle John, rising with a red face.

"I'll see." "Good bye, Uncle," exclaimed Louise, rising to take his hand.

"Don't feel that we've hurried you away, but come in again, whenever you feel like it." "Thank you, my dear," he said, and went away.
Louise approached the open window, that led to a broad balcony.

The people in the next flat--young Mr.Isham, the son of the great banker, and his wife--were sitting on the balcony, overlooking the street, but Louise decided to glance over the rail to discover if the young gentleman she so eagerly awaited chanced to be in sight.
As she did so Mr.Isham cried in great excitement: "There he is, Myra--that's him!" and pointed toward the sidewalk.
"Whom ?" enquired Mrs.Isham, calmly.
"Why John Merrick! John Merrick, of Portland, Oregon." "And who is John Merrick ?" asked the lady.
"One of the richest men in the world, and the best client our house has.

Isn't he a queer looking fellow?
And dresses like a tramp.