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JOSE. 95 Henry?’ she said, offering him her hand with a blush. This bit of comedy was enacted for the benefit of the colored chambermaid who had followed them; yet it required great presence of mind for the young man to husband his mental faculties under the in- fluence of her tenderly confiding voice. Baumann ran down stairs and left the hotel without knowing what he was doing, for in his soul there was mir- rored this strange girl’s image, as he stood fora moment holding her hand under the irresistible im- pulse of his emotions, her cheeks flushed and her eyes cast down in faint embarrassment, such as he himself had felt. He would fain have closed his eyes, to let the whole scene pass again in review before his mind; but just before him was the depot, and not until now it occurred to him that he could as well have sent the porter for his baggage. But having gone thus far, he hired a man to carry his effects to the hotel, and then started to return. Un- consciously, Baumann struck a pace on his way to the hotel that fairly made his companion cough with exertion, for he felt that he was at last ap- proaching the solution of his mysterious adventure. He had barely entered the office and checked his baggage, when the clerk handed him a sealed en- velope, which he was not a little surprised to dis- cover bore his exact address, traced in a graceful hand. At the same time a strange premonition -—geized him; he tore the envelope, and with bated bredth read the following lines, hurriedly written with a lead pencil: “A moment ago one of my friends arrived; cir- cumstances demand my immediate departure. I trust Mr. Baumann will not be offended at my Gomicboo <) (E(0)