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how, and had got some other lady's age in his head 

 attached to the name of Grimshaw. 



As for the spectacles, he had drawn in his 

 imagination the portrait of a governess of forty- 

 fom', named Grimshaw, and the portrait wore 

 spectacles. 



Miss Grimshaw didn't. Those clear grey eyes 

 would not require the aid of glasses for many a 

 year to come. 



American by birth, born in the State of Massa- 

 chusetts twenty- two years ago, Miss Grimshaw's 

 people had " gone bust " in the railway collapse 

 that followed the shooting of Garfield. Miss 

 Grimshaw's father, a speculator by nature and 

 profession, had been one of the chief bulls in Wall 

 Street. He had piled together a colossal fortune 

 during the steady inflation of railway stock that 

 preceded the death of Garfield. The pistol of 

 Guiteau was the signal for the bottom to fall out of 

 everything, and on that terrible Saturday afternoon 

 when Wabash stock fell sixteen points without re- 

 covery Curtis Grimshaw shot himself in his office, 

 and V. Grimshaw, a tiny tot, was left in the world 

 without father or mother, sister or brother, or any 

 relations save an uncle in the dry goods trade. 



He had taken care of her and educated her at 

 the best school he could find. Four years ago he 

 had died, and V. Grimshaw at eighteen found her- 

 seK again on the world, this time most forlorn. 

 The happy condition remained, however, that 

 Simon Gretry, the dry goods uncle, had settled a 



