“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 business who could not be at his house until late in the day.  The transaction of this business took more time than he had expected, and it was nearly an hour after nightfall before he returned to Boston.  After passing the “draw,” as he crossed the old bridge, he perceived by the light of a lamp, some distance ahead, a female figure hurrying on with rapid steps.

“It’s the strange girl I saw at Berlaps’, as I live!” he mentally ejaculated, quickening his pace.  “I must see where she hides herself away.”

The night was very dark, and the form of the stranger, as she hurried forward, was soon buried in obscurity.  In a little while, she emerged into the little circle of light that diffused itself around the lamp that stood at the termination of the bridge, and in the next moment was again invisible.  Perkins now pressed forward, and was soon clear of the bridge, and moving along the dark, lonely avenue that led up to the more busy part of the city.  He had advanced here but a few paces, when a faint scream caused him to bound onward at full speed.  In a moment after, he came to the corner of a narrow, dark street, down which he perceived two forms hurrying; one, a female, evidently struggling against the superior force of the other.

His warning cry, and the sound of his rapidly advancing footsteps, caused the man to relax his hold, when the female figure glided away with wind-like fleetness.  The man hesitated an instant; but, before Perkins reached the spot where he stood, ran off in an opposite direction to that taken by the woman.

Here was an adventure calculated to give to the mind of Perkins a new and keener interest in the young seamstress.  He paused but a moment, and then ran at the height of his speed in the direction the female form, which he had good reason to believe was (sic) her’s, had taken.  But she was nowhere to be seen.  Either she had sought a shelter in one of the houses, or had hurried forward with a fleetness that carried her far beyond his reach.