The door opened again, and a woman, evidently a neighbor, came out.

She saw the young man and stopped.
"Pardon me," said Dorian, "but tell me how Mildred--Miss Brown is ?" "She just died." "Thank you." The woman went into a nearby house.

Dorian moved away, benumbed with the despair which sank into his heart at the final setting of his sun.

Dead! Mildred was dead! He felt the night wind blow cold down the street, and he saw the storm clouds scudding along the distant sky.

In the deep blue directly above him a star shone brightly, but it only reminded him of what Uncle Zed had said about hitching to a star; yes, but what if the star had suddenly been taken from the sky! A form of a girl darted across the street toward him.