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UNDER HIS THUMB. ~ 89 light, she could not tell whether the door was closed or not. At the corner she encountered a policeman, who paused and looked anxiously into her face. She had - stopped to listen for the jingle of a horse car bell. He seemed to divine what she was waiting for, and said in a kind tone: ‘“Up car, .miss?”’ “Yes, sir.”’ ‘Last one just passed.”’ ‘“When is the next?”’ ‘Not till *most six o’clock.”’ oes I must walk. I am sorry to have aicaed, the car.’ She started to move on, but the officer, impressed by the beauty and innocence of her face, lightly * touched her arm. “They run all night on Forsyth street, further on,’ he said. “That is out of my way.” “Kar to go?’’ “Hifteenth street, sir.’ “Til get you a carriage, if you wish. You look honest, and you’re pretty. Got a girl of my own *~bout yourage. Isn’t so handsome as you are, though.’’ Stella blushed under the kind officer’s compli- ments. But she declined his proffered assistance. — *T can walk—I am not afraid,’’ she declared. And before he could detain her, had he wished to _doso, she was hastening away. She kept on for a number of squares, when she be- came aware of a startling fact. She was followed. : A large man, with a slouching gait, trudged in mn Gomicbooks:co