John Graham.
“Unless I’ve mistaken her character, she’ll see me!” he mused as he sealed the note.
He went at once to Mrs. Wilson’s, found Alfred, and gave him the missive.
“Take that to the Judge’s and give it to Miss Stella.”
Alfred stared.
“Down to de ole place!”
“Yes, of course.”
Alfred sat down and laughed.
“Well, fore de Lawd, doan dat beat ye!”
“Shut up, and hurry back—I’ll wait for you at the office.”