The young men thanked him for his hospitality, and bade him good morning.  As they were leaving the yard they passed Bob, who was still limping with the “rheumatiz.”  Raymond bade Ike stop, while he threw “Bobaway” some pennies.  Bob picked them up and looked at them with a rueful face.

“What’s the matter, Bobaway?” asked Raymond.  “Don’t they suit?”

“No, sir,” said Bob.  “I like fopences; I don’t want nothin’ of these old iron rocks.”

Each of the men threw Bob a sixpence, for which they were rewarded with a sight of his ivories and a loud “thank-ee-sar.”  After a ride of two hours they reached the Weisiger House in Frankfort.  Soon after arriving there, Mr. Ashton introduced Stanton into one of the best law offices in the town, and then repaired to his former lodgings.

In the course of the afternoon Raymond sought out Mr. Miller, and with a somewhat quizzical face handed him Mr. Middleton’s letter of introduction.  After reading it, Mr. Miller offered his hand to Raymond, and said, “I am glad, Mr. Raymond, that you happened here just at this time, for my school is large, and I am in want of a classical teacher.  You are a graduate of Yale, it seems?”

“Yes, sir,” returned Raymond; “and by the way, Mr. Middleton told me that you had won a New Haven girl—­Miss Kate Wilmot.  I knew her very well.”

“Ah, is it possible?” said Mr. Miller, his face beaming.  “Come with me to Mrs. Crane’s,” said he.  “Kate will be glad to see an old friend.”

“Thank you,” answered Raymond; “but I have a companion with me, a Mr. Stanton, who also knew Miss Wilmot.  He is going into a law office here.  We both of us intend calling at Mrs. Crane’s this evening, and if possible we shall procure board there.”

So they parted, and Raymond returned to the Weisiger House, while Mr. Miller hastened home to make some inquiries concerning his new assistant, and to inform Mrs. Crane of her prospect for more boarders.

That evening Stanton and Raymond called.  They found assembled in Mrs. Crane’s parlor, Mr. and Mrs. Miller, Mrs. Carrington and Julia.  Kate instantly recognized the young gentlemen as old acquaintances, and presented them to her friends.  When Stanton entered the room all observed the strong resemblance between him and Dr. Lacey.  At last Mr. Miller spoke of it, and Stanton replied, “Yes, I’ve been told so before.  Dr. Lacey is my cousin.”

“Indeed!” said Mr. Miller.  Then turning to his wife, he added, “Where is Fanny?  She ought to be here.  It might do her as much good as seeing the doctor himself.”

“I should like to see Miss Fanny,” said Stanton, “as I am told she is to be my cousin.”

A malicious smile curled Julia’s lip, as she thought, “I think it is very doubtful whether she is ever your cousin”; but Mrs. Miller arose and said, “I think she is in her room.  I will call her.”

Going to Fanny’s room she knocked gently at the door; there was no response, and she knocked again more loudly.  But still there was no answer; and Mrs. Miller thought she could distinguish a low, stifled sob.  Pushing open the door, she saw the usually gay-hearted Fanny seated on the floor, her head resting on a chair, over which her hair fell like a golden gleam of sunlight.  A second glance convinced Kate that Fanny was weeping.