Terror overcame the hunger of the tired child, and, clinging to her father, she whispered: "Let us go from this house.

I am not hungry now, let us go to some other place where we will not be injured." He laid his hard, rough hand assuringly on the shoulder of the frightened child and sought to soothe her fears.

At this moment the landlord, who had had his courage renewed by his wife, came quite up to the stranger and, in a voice that was terribly in earnest, said: "I know more of you by far than you realize.

I am usually polite to everybody, so pray be off." For a single instant a flash blazed from the eyes of the stranger, then his face grew deathly white, and he rose, taking the hand of his child in his own and went off.

They walked along the streets at hap-hazard, keeping close to the houses like a sad and humiliated pair.