The flaring lanterns on the outside of the cab did not afford much light, so Teddy struck a match and held it over the face of his unknown companion.
Then indeed he had a shock much greater than the first one.
The lighted match fell from his hand and he recoiled with a startled cry.
"Good heavens! what a likeness!"
He sunk upon the opposite seat, actually trembling with surprise and emotion.
In the pale and lovely face lying unconscious on the cushions the young man had recognized a haunting likeness to one he had loved very dearly, and whose tragic fate, six months ago, had thrilled him with unutterable horror. Although other lovers had succeeded Kathleen in Teddy's young, impressionable heart, he had never ceased to regret the fact that she had rejected him.
"The sweetest, loveliest girl in all the world!" he had always thought of bonny, dark-eyed Kathleen.
And he trembled with pain when he saw in the poor street waif, as he believed her, the awful likeness to his lost loved one.
Kathleen, who was beginning to recover consciousness, moaned and stirred, half lifting herself toward the young man.
He bent toward her kindly and said: