MR. CAMPBELL RECEIVES TIDINGS OF HIS WARD. "It is strange we can't find Florence," said Orton Campbell to his father one morning some months after the young lady's departure. "Is there no clue?" "The detective I have employed has failed to trace her." "Has he no theory?" "He suggests that she may have gone to Europe," said Mr. Campbell, "but I am not of that opinion." "What do you think, then?" "I suspect she has buried herself in some obscure country place under some assumed name, there to remain till she has attained her twenty-fifth year, when my guardianship ceases." "When will that be?" "Six months hence." "It is very important, then, that we should find her before that time," said Orton Campbell, thoughtfully. "That is true. After the time referred to my power ceases, and I

