“That’sallright，Mary-’Gusta。Hello！who’stintype’sthat？“
　　HehadcaughtsightofthephotographuponthearmofMary’schair。
　　Hepickeditupandlookedatit。Sheheardhimgasp。Turning，shesawhimstaringatthephotographwithanexpressionofabsoluteamazement——amazementandalarm。
　　“Why，Isaiah！“shecried。“Whatisthematter？“
　　Isaiah，nottakinghiseyesfromthepicture，extendeditinonehandandpointedtoitexcitedlywiththeother。
　　“Forgodfreysmightysakes！“hedemanded。“Wheredidyougetthat？“
　　“Getwhat？Thephotograph？“
　　“Yes！Yes，yes！Where’dyougetit？Where’ditcomefrom？“
　　“Itwassenttome。Whatofit？Whatisthematter？“
　　Isaiahansweredneitherquestion。Heseemedtohaveheardonlythefirstsentence。
　　“SENTtoyou！“herepeated。“Mary-’GustaLathrop，haveyoubeentryin’tofindout——Lookhere！whosentyouEdFarmer’spicture？“
　　Marystaredathim。“WHOSEpicture？“shesaid。“Whatareyoutalkingabout，Isaiah？“
　　Isaiahthrustthephotographstillclosertotheendofhernose。
　　Alsohecontinuedtopointatit。
　　“WhosentyouEdFarmer’spicture？“herepeated。“Where——where’dyougetit？Youtellme，now。“
　　Marylookedhimoverfromheadtofoot。
　　“Idon’tknowwhethertosendforUncleShadorthedoctor，“shesaid，slowly。“Ifyoudon’tstophoppingupanddownandwavingyourarmsasiftheyworkedbystringsIshallprobablysendforboth。IsaiahChase，behaveyourself！Whatisthematterwithyou？“
　　Isaiah，duringhisyearsasseacook，hadlearnedtoobeyorders。
　　Mary’stonehaditseffectuponhim。Hedroppedonehand，buthestillheldthephotographintheother。Andhestaredatitasifitpossessedsomesortofhorriblecharmwhichfrightenedandfascinatedatthesametime。Maryhadneverseenhimsoexcited。
　　“EdFarmer！“heexclaimed。“Oh，Iswantoman！Idon’tseehow——
　　Say，itIShim，ain’tit，Mary-’Gusta？Butofcourse’tis！Icansee’tiswithmyowneyes。Mygodfreysmighty！“
　　Maryshookherhead。“IfIdidn’tknowyouwereablueribboner，Isaiah，“shesaid，“Ishouldbesuspicious。ThatphotographwassentmefromtheWest。ItisapictureofagentlemannamedEdwinSmith，someoneIhaveneverseenandI’mperfectlysureyouneverhave。Whyintheworlditshouldmakeyoubehaveasifyouneededastrait-jacketIcan’tsee。DoesMr。Smithresemblesomeoneyouknow？“
　　Isaiah’smouthfellopenandremainedsoashegazedfirstatthephotographandthenather。
　　“Ed——EdwinSmith，“herepeated。“EdwinSmith！I——Idon’tknownoEdwinSmith。Lookhere，now；honest，Mary-’Gusta，AIN’TthatapictureofEdFarmer？“
　　Marylaughed。“Ofcourseitisn’t，“shesaid。“WhoisEdFarmer，pray？“
　　Isaiahdidnotanswer。Hewasholdingthephotographneartheendofhisownnosenowandexaminingitwitheagerscrutiny，mutteringcommentsashedidso。
　　“Ifitain’thimit’sabetterpicturethanif’twas，“wasoneofhisamazingobservations。“Don’tseemasiftwofolkscouldlooksomuchalikeandnotbe。Andyet——andyetIcansee——Icanseenow——
　　thisfeller’shair’sprettynighwhiteandEd’swasdarkbrown。ButthenifthisfellerwasEdhe’dbe——he’dbe——let’ssee——he’dbeallofthirty-fiveyearsolderthanhewasthirty-fiveyearsagoandthatwouldaccount——“
　　Maryburstoutlaughing。
　　“Dobestill，Isaiah！“shebrokein。“Youareperfectlyidiotic。
　　Thatman’snameisSmith，Itellyou。“
　　Mr。Chaseheavedasigh。“You’resartin’tis？“heasked。
　　“OfcourseIam。“
　　“Well，thenIcal’lateitmustbe。ButifEdFarmerhadlivedalltheseyearsandhadhadhistintypetookhewouldn’tgetonetofavorhimmorethanthatdoes，Ibetyou。My，itgivemeastart，comin’ontomesounexpected！“
　　“ButwhoisEdFarmer？“askedMary。Thenamehadmeantnothingtohersofar。Andyet，evenasshespokesheremembered。Herexpressionchanged。
　　“Doyoumean——“shecried，eagerly。“Why，Isaiah，doyoumeanthemaninthatoldphotographIfoundinthegarreteverandeversolongago？Theoneyoutoldmewasa——ablackguard？“
　　Isaiah，stillstaringatMr。Smith’slikeness，answeredemphatically。
　　“That’stheone，“hesaid。“That’stheoneImeant。My，thisfellerdoeslooklikehim，orthewayIcal’latehewouldlookifhelivedaslongasthis！“
　　“Ishedead，then？“
　　“Idon’tknow。Wedon’tanyofusknowaroundhere。Iain’tlaideyesonhimsincethedayaforeithappened。Irememberjustaswellasif’twasyesterday。HecomeoutoftheofficeontothewharfwhereIwasworkin’andhesaystome，’Isaiah，’hesays，knockin’ontheheadofabarrelwithhishand——therighthand’twas，theonethathadthebentfinger；hegotitsmashedunderahogsheadofsaltonetimeanditnevercamestraightagain——
　　’Isaiah，’sayshe，’it’saniceday，ain’tit。’AndIansweredupprompt——Ilikedhimfust-rate；everybodylikedhimthemdays——’Yes，sir，’Isays，’thisisagoodenoughdaytogoseeyourbestgirlin。’Inevermeantnothin’byit，youunderstand，justasayin’
　　’twas，butitseemedtogivehimakindofstart。Helookedatmehard。’DidanyonetellyouwhereIwasgoin’？’sayshe，sharp。
　　’Why，no，’saysI。’Whyshouldthey？’Hedidn’tanswer，justkeptonstarin’atme。Thenhelaughedandwalkedaway。Ididn’tknowwherehewasgoin’then，butIknownow，darnhim！Andthenextdayhewent——forgood。“
　　Hestoppedspeaking。Marywaitedamomentandthenasked，quietly：
　　“Wentwhere，Isaiah？Wheredidhego？“
　　Isaiah，whowasstanding，thephotographstillinhishand，started，turnedandlookedather。
　　“What’sthat？“heasked。
　　“Isay，wheredidthisMr。Farmergo？“
　　“Eh？Oh，Idon’tknow。Hewentaway，that’sall。Don’taskmeanymorequestions。I’vebeentalkin’toomuch，anyhow，Ical’late。
　　Cap’nShadwouldskinmealiveifheknewI’dsaidasmuchasI
　　have。Say，Mary-’Gusta，don’tyousaynothin’toeitherhimorZoeth，willyou？Yousee——it’s——it’sakindoflittlesecretwehaveamongstusand——andnobodyelseisinonit。’Twasthisplagueytintypegotmetotalkin’。Nowonderneither！Ineverseesuchalookontwofolks。I——there，there！Goodnight，Mary-
　　’Gusta，goodnight。“
　　Hetossedthephotographonthebureauandhurriedoutoftheroom。
　　Marycalledafterhim，buthewouldneitherstopnoranswer。
　　AfterhehadgoneMarytookupthephotograph，seatedherselfoncemoreinthechair，andstudiedthepictureforalongtime。Thensheroseand，lampinhand，lefttheroom，tiptoedalongthehallpastthedoorofCaptainShadrach’sroom，andupthenarrowstairstotheattic，heroldplayground。
　　Herplaythingsweretherestill，arrangedinhercustomaryorderlyfashionalongthewalls。RoseandRosetteandMinnehahaandtheotherdollswereseatedintheirchairsorthedollcarriageorwiththeirbacksagainstShadrach’soldseachest。Shehadneverputthemawayoutofsight。Somehowitseemedmorelikehometoher，theknowledgethatthoughshewouldneverplaywiththemagain，theyweretherewaitingforherintheiroldplaces。Whileshewasawayatschooltheyhadbeencoveredfromthedustbyacloth，butnowtheclothhadbeentakenawayandsheherselfdustedthemeveryothermorningbeforegoinguptothestore。AsShadrachsaid，noonebutMary-’Gustawouldeverhavethoughtofdoingsuchathing。
　　Shedid，becausesheWASMary-’Gusta。
　　However，thedollsdidnotinteresthernow。Shetiptoedacrossthegarretfloor，takinggreatcaretoavoidtheboardswhichcreakedmost，andliftedthelidoftheoldtrunkwhichshehadfirstopenedonthatSaturdayafternoonnearlytenyearsbefore。Shefoundthepocketontheundersideofthelid，openeditandinsertedherhand。Yes，thephotographofHallandCompanywasstillthere，shecouldfeeltheedgeofitwithherfingers。
　　Shetookitout，andclosedthepocketandthenthetrunk，andtiptoeddownthestairsandtoherroomagain。Sheclosedthedoor，lockedit——somethingshehadneverdoneinherlifebefore——andplacingthephotographshehadtakenfromthetrunkbesidethatsentherbyCrawford，satdowntocomparethem。
　　AndasshelookedatthetwophotographsherwonderatIsaiah’soddbehaviorceased。ItwasnotstrangethatwhenhesawMr。EdwinSmith’slikenesshewasastonished；itwasnotremarkablethathecouldscarcelybeconvincedthephotographwasnotthatofthemysteriousEdFarmer。Forhereintheold，yellowphotographofthefirmof“HallandCompany，WholesaleFishDealers，“wasEdgarS。