Two days after, running her eyes greedily over the morning paper, Miriam
read, heading the list of "Personals:"
"BLACK MASK.--I wish to see you soon, and alone. There is no deception
meant. Appoint time and place, and I will meet you. WHITE MASK."
"So," said the woman to herself, "she has kept her word. Brave little
Mollie! Oh! that it may be the man she loves! I should be almost happy,
I think, to see her happy--Mary's child!"
Miriam waited impatiently for the response. In two days it came:
"WHITE MASK.--To-morrow, Friday night, ten o'clock. Corner Fourteenth
Street and Broadway. BLACK MASK."
"I, too, will be there," said Miriam. "It can do no harm; it may,
possibly, do some good."
CHAPTER XIII.
MRS. CARL WALRAVEN'S LITTLE GAME.
Mysterious Miriam, in her dismal garret lodging, was not the only person
who read, and intelligently comprehended, these two very singular
advertisements.
Of all the hundreds who may have perused and wondered over them,
probably there were but four who understood in the least what was
meant--the two most interested, and Miriam and Mrs.
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