"Can you not come to my home to-morrow?"
"I fear I will not have time."
"We must practice those signals. I will not ask you to visit me across
the river. I have the privilege of receiving company at the rooms of a
friend of mine in this city. If we could meet there some time to-morrow
morning, you might bring one or two of your friends with you and we will
practice the signals together."
"All right, it is not a bad idea."
"Then I will take a walk in Washington Parade ground to-morrow at about
eleven o'clock, and you shall meet me and I will lead you to my friend's
room, and then and there we will complete all our arrangements. Yes,
yes, I will save my brother and earn the money to start him out on an
honest course."
"Your affection for your brother appears to be very great."
"It is. I idolize him."
"Then at eleven o'clock to-morrow we are to meet by chance."
"Yes."
Our hero and the siren separated. She said she was to meet her brother
who was to accompany her to her home. The siren passed out ahead of our
hero after a merry good-night. When Oscar came forth he had wrought a
change. He stepped down to the curb and glanced. He saw a little chalk
mark. It would have looked to an ordinary observer like a mere
accidental scrape of chalk.
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