"Oh, yes, she's here," answered the nurse lightly. "Perhaps they'll bring
her in to see you sometime. Her father's very grateful. He thinks it showed
wonderful courage in you to risk your life for her sake."

But Mikky comprehended nothing about gratitude. He only took in the fact
that the beautiful baby was in the house and might come there to see him.
He settled to sleep quite happily with an occasional glad wistful glance
toward the door, as the long lashes sank on the white cheeks, for the first
sleep the boy had ever taken in a clean, white, soft bed. The prim nurse,
softened for once from her precise attention to duties, stood and looked
upon the lovely face of the sleeping child, wondered what his life had
been, and how the future would be for him. She half pitied him that the
ball had not gone nearer to the vital spot and taken him to heaven ere he
missed the way, so angel-like his face appeared in the soft light of the
sick room, with the shining gold hair fluffed back upon the pillow now,
like a halo.




CHAPTER II


Little Starr Endicott, sleeping in her costly lace-draped crib on her downy
embroidered pillow, knew nothing of the sin and hate and murder that rolled
in a great wave on the streets outside, and had almost touched her own
little life and blotted it out. She knew not that three notable families
whose names were interwoven in her own, and whose blood flowed in her tiny
veins represented the great hated class of the Rich, and that those upon
whom they had climbed to this height looked upon them as an evil to be