Brave little Mollie! Oh! that it may be the man she loves! I should be almost happy, I think, to see her happy--Mary's child!" Miriam waited impatiently for the response.

In two days it came: "WHITE MASK .-- To-morrow, Friday night, ten o'clock.

Corner Fourteenth Street and Broadway.

BLACK MASK." "I, too, will be there," said Miriam.

"It can do no harm; it may, possibly, do some good.".