And now, farewell!" She held out her little white hand.

A moment, and they had parted.
The young girl went slowly back to her room to disrobe and lie down, and the haggard woman flitted rapidly from street to street, on her way to the dreary lodgings she called home.
Two days after, running her eyes greedily over the morning paper, Miriam read, heading the list of "Personals:" "BLACK MASK .-- I wish to see you soon, and alone.

There is no deception meant.

Appoint time and place, and I will meet you.

WHITE MASK." "So," said the woman to herself, "she has kept her word.