squares, that were now filled with busy people and with vehicles of every description.
As the day wore on and the afternoon began to wane, a beautiful girl, scarcely out of her teens, stood at one of the windows of a magnificent house that was situated almost in the centre of the city, and looked out upon the cool shades of the garden that surrounded the house and the variegated buildings beyond. Her features were regular and of the most perfect type, her eyes were of a soft dark-brown colour, and the voluptuous curves of her figure were draped in a light-blue garment. Her name was Flora Houghton, and she was the only daughter of the famous Dr. Houghton, who had made many important discoveries in physical science. She stood in the sunlight for a few moments, showing off her marvellous figure to perfection, and then she drew back the light gauzy curtain from the window that she might drink in the
