have never been able to catch more than a glimpse of her face. Her vail is usually drawn." "Who can she visit in Charlestown?" "No one, I have good reason to think." "Why so?" "I had once the curiosity to follow her as far as I deemed it prudent and courteous. She kept on entirely through the town--at least through the thickly settled portion of it. Her step was too quick for the step of one who was merely going to pay a friendly visit." "You have had, if I understand you, at least a glimpse of her countenance?" "Yes. Once, in passing her, her vail was half drawn aside, as if to get a freer draught of air." "And her face?" "Was thin and pale." "And beautiful?" "So I should call it. Not pretty--not a mere doll's face--but intellectually beautiful; yet full of softness. In fact, the face of a woman with a mind and heart. But sorrow had touched her--and pain. And, above all, the marks of crushed affection were too plainly visible upon her young countenance. All this could be seen at the single glance I obtained, before her vail was drawn hurriedly down." "Strange that she should seek so to hide her face from every eye. Can it be that she is some one we have known, who has fallen so low?" "No, I think not," replied Milford. "I am certain that I have never seen her before. Her face is a strange one to me. At least, the glance I had revealed no familiar feature." "Well, I, for one, am resolved to know more about her," remarked Perkins, as the two friends paused before separating. "Since she has awakened so sudden, and yet so strong an interest in my mind, I should feel that I was not doing right if I made no effort to learn something of her true position in our city, where, I am much inclined to think, she is a stranger." The young men, after a few more words, separated, Perkins getting into an "hourly" and going oyer to Charlestown to see a man on some