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to me! Yes, I shall be very grateful if you will buy me a ticket. I'll pay you when we get back to New York. And—and—till then, please keep this!"

      She held out to him her sole ornament, a pretty little ring, and insisted, against all his entreaties, that he should hold it in pawn for her debt.

      "You oughtn't to trust your engagement-ring to another fellow," he said, lightly, as he slipped it over his little finger.

      Geraldine blushed brightly as she answered to this daring challenge:

      "Oh, it's not my engagement-ring at all. I'm not engaged."

      "I'm very glad to hear it," he replied, meaningly, then proffered her his card, on which she read, in a clear, bold chirography, the name: "Harry Hawthorne."

      Geraldine bowed, and said:

      "I haven't a card, but my name is Miss Harding—Geraldine Harding. I would like your address, please, so that I may return your money to-morrow."

      "I am usually at the engine-house on Ludlow street—Engine Company No. 17. Driver, you see; and our splendid horses—oh, but you ought to see how they love me," enthusiastically; then pulling himself up with a jerk; "but, pray don't trouble to return the money. It will be better for me to call, will it not, and return your ring?"

      She assented, and gave him her address; then he found her a seat, and as their boat plowed swiftly through the frothing waves, they fell into a pleasant chat, during which he said, courteously:

      "I saw you come on board with Standish, the actor. Are you a member of his company?"

      "Not yet; but I hope to be one soon. I'm only a salesgirl at O'Neill's now, but Mr. Standish has promised to help me to become an actress."

      She read distinct disapproval in his dark-blue eyes as he said:

      "But you will have to study a long while before you can make your debut."

      "No, for I've already studied a great deal, and acted several parts in the amateur dramatic company to which I belong. Mr. Standish says I can go right on as soon as I secure a position."

      "Perhaps you will regret it if you go on the stage," he observed, abruptly.

      "Oh, no; for it is the dream of my life!" smiled Geraldine.

      "Will your friends permit it?"

      "I'm only an orphan girl, earning her own living, so I don't need to ask any one's leave. And I'm glad of that, for I'm ambitious, and want to rise in life. I'm tired of being the slave of the public at a dry-goods counter," cried Geraldine, with sparkling eyes.

      He gazed at her admiringly, but he did not hesitate to say:

      "It is only an exchange of slavery from the counter to the stage. You will be the slave of the public still. If you would listen to me, I would persuade you to remain where you are—until some good man marries you, and makes you the queen of his heart and home."

      Geraldine tossed her shining head, and gave him a saucy smile, and retorted:

      "That sounds like my chum's preaching, but I shall not listen to either of you. My heart is set on a stage career."

      Harry Hawthorne gave her a grave look, but made no reply in words, and for a few moments they kept silence, while the gay, lilting music of the band filled up the pauses, and the sun pierced through the fog and smiled on the majestic steamer plowing her way through the blue, sparkling waves.

      Geraldine felt intuitively that he disapproved of her plans, and maintained a pouting silence until he remarked, genially:

      "I have an idea!"

      She looked at him, questioningly, and he continued:

      "The wife of our captain is on board to-day, going to Newburgh. Now, wouldn't it be pleasant to introduce you, so that she could look after you while I'm taking part in the firemen's games?"

      Geraldine felt as if he were tired of her already, and eager to put her in charge of some one else, and her heart sank with a strange pain, but she did not permit him to see her mortification, she only gave an eager, smiling assent.

      "I should like it very much, if the lady will be so kind."

      "Then I will go and bring Mrs. Stansbury, if you'll wait here for us," and smiling at her, a friendly smile that warmed her chilled heart like a burst of sudden sunshine, he bowed himself away, and left the little beauty sitting alone by the rail.

      She leaned her elbows on the rail, her dimpled chin in her hands, and watched the foamy waves with tender eyes as she thought how bonny he was, her handsome new acquaintance. Almost nicer, indeed, than Clifford Standish, or at least he would be, but for his absurd prejudice against her going on the stage.

      "Won't Cissy be surprised when I have another handsome caller? I suppose she'll be cross, and wonder where I got another string to my bow," thought the budding coquette, with artless vanity.

      She decided not to tell Cissy of the actor's strange conduct, for she would only say that he did it on purpose, and that it served her right.

      "And I shall not give her the chance to crow over me, and say, 'I told you so!'" murmured Geraldine.

      In the preoccupation of her mind, she did not notice that the rail she leaned on was old and weak, and had been mended at that very place. In the sudden indignation at the thought of Cissy's contumacy, she leaned yet more heavily upon it, and, with a sudden snap, the frail support gave way, precipitating its lovely burden into the water.

      "Heaven have mercy!" shrieked poor Geraldine, as she went downward over the side of the boat—down, down down, into the churning, frothy waves.

      In a moment all was terror, bustle, and confusion, the passengers all crowding to the side to look over, almost precipitating another accident in the excitement.

      "Give way!" cried a stern, ringing voice, as the tall form of the fireman pushed through the crowd, and he demanded, hoarsely:

      "What has happened?"

      And a dozen voices answered that there had been an accident to the young lady he had been with just now. The rail on which she leaned had broken, throwing her into the water.

      "My God!" he cried, supplicatingly, and sprang over the side to the rescue of the drowning girl!

       CHAPTER III.

      A GALLANT RESCUE

      "Awake, awake, oh, gracious heart—

      There's some one knocking at the door!

      'Tis Cupid come with loving art

      To honor, worship, and implore.

      Arise and welcome him before

      Adown his cheeks the big tears start.

      Awake, awake, oh, gracious heart—

      There's some one knocking at the door."

      Several moments of keenest suspense ensued, while the noisy and excited crowd watched the water where Geraldine's fair head had gone down beneath the surface.

      Harry Hawthorne made a bold and gallant dive through the eddying circles on the water, and for a few breathless moments, he, too, was lost to sight.

      The people shouted, in dismay and pity:

      "They are both lost! They have been sucked under the boat by the swift current!"

      Every face grew sad at the thought, and some tender-hearted women burst into tears.

      It seemed terrible that those two beautiful young lives should have gone down so suddenly and tragically into the darkness of death.

      But, suddenly, a low murmur of joy rose above the lamentations.

      "See! see!"

      The dark head of Harry Hawthorne had reappeared above the waves.

      In another moment it was seen that he held Geraldine clasped to him with one arm, her white, unconscious face and dripping hair upturned to the light.

      Supporting himself as best he could with one free arm, he halooed,

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