The evening world. Newspaper, September 16, 1915, Page 13

. Hebteees of heart He might te fone (© Ge—theough ohe didn't be Neve It-tnwt at least she could make (Rings ieee Mmomotoneus and Germ Die ” and she woulda’t offer him And if be chjerted when the a wp and bY him, why, ok might @o him good he thought she ae fairly) eure of an aly in Walle | he cut her interview with Mre Clancy hort, Allan, lying motion. leas, caught « fron Mach of her, crossing inte ber foom to dress,| another blue flash ae whe went out; Gropped bie eyelids and crossed hie) hands to dose & Hittle, an tnnoeent | and uewary Crusader He did noi) know it, but « Mian was shout to Tiee up and bit him. The bride hie mother had left him as a parting legacy had gone out to order « string | to unten te wale re ae ee ed “Mh ot eget her ay. To inmane this oe fee heme Allan's wite ‘The frm at nume wite fe ettered to Positin. Toe Marringtone ore eraithy fee Crore oe marine Allen, Mm Harrington er oe Allee snd en Ow relationsniy lo pleasantly oben i CHAPTER Vill. (ountinwed ) of blue beads, « bull pup, a house, | LLAN'R cold hand closed @ motor, a Jo, and « rose garden; A kindly on here Me spoke @® #he went she added a talking ma- for the fret time a chine to the lets and he was to be well man speaks, quietly, Planted in the very centre of every connectedly and with ao thing Uitte authority “Reems the a nice girl, Wallis,” ‘The fact that I am married to you does not weigh on me at all, my dear child,” he said. “I shall be dead, you know, this time five years, and what eaid Allan dreamily, And the dis- creet Wallis aaid nothing (thoug! he knew @ good deal) about bis mis- shopping list ifference does it make whether I'm ih, Aaa.” he coqeanea Married or not? I don’t mind you at " 4 ‘i all. You seem @ very kind and pleas. , Jt Was Phyliie Harrington's firm be- Hef that Mr. De Guenther could pro- duce anything anybody wanted at any time, or that if he couldn't his wife could. So it waa to him that ate went on her quest for the rose garden, with its incidental house. ‘The reat of the ant person, 1 am sure I can trust you. Now are you reassured?’ “Oh, yes,” said Phyllis radiantly, “and | won't fuss, All you have to do $f 1 bore you is to look bored. You @an, you know, ¥ n't know how al con ws i bee po 1m, tome whe thought she could get for ; herself, ing to ask Wallis how much of he mecibh vane cae * sas it © Wt wan nearly the last of April, and “Why, 1 don't think a g00d deal of 880 Wanted a woll heated elderly man- @ would hurt me,” he said inditrer- “0%. Preferably Colonial, not too un- eatly, But he emiled ine. quite Wildly large, with as many rose trees Bonaly fashion, around It as hor discretionary powers MAN rights’ aad Phytiie again Would stand, And she wanted it as Qeightly. ut whe fell silent then, BeAr and ax soon as possible By the help of Mr. De Guenther, amused but eMfcient, Mra, De Guen- thor, efMcient but sentimental; and an! agent who was efficient merely, she! got very nearly what she wanted, | Money could do a great deal more! than a country minister's daughter had ever had any way of imagining. | By its ald she found it possible to have furniture bought qnd placed tn- side a fortnight, even to a lst ot books set up In sliding sectional cases, She had hoped to buy those cases some day, one at a time, and getting them at one fell swoop seemod to her ‘There were two kinds of Allan, she Peflected. This kind of Allan, who Wns very much grown-up and wiser an she was, and of whom she still @tood 4 little in awe; and the little bey Allan who had clung to her in Rervous drend of the dark the other Aight—whom sho had sent to sleep with children's stories. She wondered Which was real, which he had been When he was woll, “1 must fo now and have something “oat with Mrs. Clancy," she said, @m@iling and rising, “She's perfectly certain cr have to come up When you put down mattings, and more arrogantly opulent than the pur- Tm perfect rtain they don't. chase of the house and grounds—than Bie tue the deroised list, to even the big shiny victrola. She had Which bad furtively added her bought that herself, before there was & house to put it In, going on the prin- ciple that all men not professional musicians have @ concealed passion for music that they can create them- selves by merely winding up some- thing. And—to anticipate—she found that as far as ‘an was concerned bull pup, into her sleeve, took her hand from his and went away. It seemed to Allan that the room was a Nettle darker, CHAPTER IX. UTSIDE the sitting room door f stood Wallis, who had been *He was quite right. O ving in eae who had been“ sisut why do you take this very rad- | 't wanted to explain, !al step. my des Kked Mra. De madam, about the plana," he Guenther gently, aa she helped Phyllis ne “It worries Mr. Allan, You Choose furniture, “Tam going to try the only thing Allan’s mother seen. to have omitted,” said Phyllis dauntiessly, “A complete el 6 of surroundings.” “Oh, my doar!” breathed Mrs, De Guenther. “It may help poor Allan more than we know! And dear Angela did discuss moving often, but, she could never bear to leave the city house, where so many of her dear ones have passed away. “Well, none of my dear ones are go- ing to 4 away there,” said Phyllis irreverently, “unless Mrs, Clancy wants to. I'm not even taking any servants but Wallis, The country house doesn't need any more than a cook, & chambermaid, and outdoor man. Mrs, Clancy is getting them, I told her I didn't care what age or color she chose, but they had to be madam, the jate Mrs. Harring- toh was a great one for plans, She had, if I may say #0, a new one every day, and she'd argue you deaf, dumb and biind—not to speak fll of the dead till you were fair beat out of fighting it Then you'd settle down to it—and next day there'd be auother one, with Mra. Harrington rooting for it just as bagd, and you, with your mouth fixed for te other plan, so to speak, would have to give in to that. The plan she happened to have last always went Mhrouxh, because she fought for that Ag Bard as she had for the others, and you were so bothered, by them you dép't ‘e what.” Wallis's carefully ‘mpersonal ser- wapt Knglish had slipped from him, and he was talking to Phyllis as man to man, but she was very glad of it. ‘These were the sort of facts she hat to elicit cheerful, She will stay in the city and “When Mr. Allan was well," ho keep the others straight, in something Went on, “he used to just laugh and She calls board wages, I'm starting my, ‘All right, mother darling,’ and absolutely fresh,” ‘They were back at Mrs, De Guen- ther's house by the time Phyllis was done telling her plans, Phyllis sitting in the identical pluffy chair where she had made her decision to marry Allan. Mrs, De Guenther sprai from her own chalr, and came over and im- pulsively kissed her. “God bless you, dear!” she sald. “T believe it was Heaven that inspired Albert and myself to choose you to carry on poor Angela's work.” Phyllis flushed indignantly. “I'm undoing a Uttle of tt, I hope,” whe said passionately, “If I can only make that poor boy forget some of those dreadful years she spent crying over him, 1 shan’t bave lived in vain!" Mrs, De Guenther looked al Thyllls earnestiy—and, most unexpectedly, burst into a little tinkling laugh, pet her and do his own way-—he was always laughing and carrying on then, Mr. Allan—but after he was hurt, of course, he couldn't get away, and the old madam, she'd sit by his couch by tire hour, and he nearly went wild, making plans for him. She'd spend weeks planning details of things over fnd over, never getting tired. And then off again to the next thing! It was all because she was so fond of him, you see, But if you'll pardon niy paying so, madam"—Wallis was re- @uming bis manservant manners—"t fwras not always good for Mr. Allan.’ “I think I understand,” said Phyl- Bs thoughtfully, as she and the wolf fhound went to interview Mrs, Clancy. Bo that was why. She had imagined gomething And she— Gao herself—was doubtless the out- ome of one of Mrs. Harrington's eort Jong-detailed plans, insisted on to uy a y dear," she said mischlevously, Ul ‘he had acquiesced for . hat ab fine things yo Ruuts hake 99° 9 But be wad Cree ercue ey) one. Oe ey were going to do for yourself to make up for being ‘tied to poor Allan? You should really stop being unselfish and enjoy yourself a little,” Phyllis felt herself flushing erim- son. Elderly people did seem to be so sentimental! “I've bought myself lots of things,” ehe defended herself, “Most of this is how he didn't mind, She was some- hhow sure he wouldn't have said it Af it had not been true. ‘Then Wallis's other words came to frer, “He was always laughing then," and suddenly there surged up in ‘Phyllis a passionate resolve to give {adden back at least o little of bis EY ARE IX THE STREET (| (} | TH STARVING, FREEZING, BEGGING, EATING ouT oF NO PLACE ‘To S GARBAGE LEEP. erc ets. €rc. SUDDENLY % A Berrek Worto ? really for me, And—I can't help be- ing good to him, It's only common humanity. I was never so sorry for anybody in my life—you'd be, too, if it were Mr. De Guenther!” She thought her explanation was complete, But she must have id something that she did not realize, for Mrs. De Guenther only laughed her little tinkling laugh again, and— as is the ‘ashion of elderly people— kissed her, “L would, indeed, my dear,” said she, CHAPTER X. LAN HARRINGTON lay in his old attitude on his couch in the darkened day room, his tired, clear-cut face a little thrown back, eyes half-closed. He was not thinking of anything or any one especially; mere- ly wrapped in a web of the dragging, empty, gtay half-thoughts of weari- # in general that had hung about him sc many years. Wallis was not there, Wallis had been with him much less lately, and he had scarcely seen Phyl- is for a fortnight; or, for the matter of that, the dog or any one at all. Something was going on, he supposed, but he scarcely troubled himself to wonder what. The girl was doubtless making herself boudoirs or something of the sort in a new part of the house. He closed his eyes entirely, thera in the dusky room, and let the web of dreary, gray, formless thought wrap him again. Phyllis's gay, aweetly carrying voice rang from outside the door: “The three-thirty, then, Wallis, and I feol as if I were going to steal Charlie Ross! Well On the last word she broke off and Pushed the aitting-room door softly open and slid In. She walked in a pussy-cat fashion which would have suggested to any one watching ber a dark burden on her conscience. She crossed straight to the couch, jooked around for the chair that should have been by it but wasn’t, and sat absently down on the floor, She “Allan Harrington!" Still none. Allan was half asleep, or what aid instead, in one of his abstracted moods. “All-an Harrington)" This time she reached up and pulled at his heavy silk sleeve as she spoke, ae said Allan courteously, as if from an infinite distance, “Would you mind,” asked Phyllis gullelessly, “if Wallis—we—moved you—a little? I can tell you all about everything, unless you'd rather not have the full details of the plan”"—— “Anything,” said Allan weartly from the depths of his gray cloud; “only don't bother me about it!" Phyllis jumped to her feet, a whirl of gay blue skirts and cheerfully tossing blue feathers. ‘“Good-by, dear Crusader!” she said with a catch in her voice that might have been either a laugh or a sob, “The next time you see me you'll probably hate me! Wallis! Wallis appeared like the Slave of the Lamp. “It's all right, Wallis, she said, and ran, Wallis proceed thereupon to wheel his master’s couch into the bedroom. “If you're going to be moved, you'd better be dressed a little heavie: sir,” he said with the same amiable gullelessness, if the victim had but noticed it, which Phyllis had used from her seat on the floor not long before. “Very well,” sald Allan resignedly from his cloud, And Wallis pro- ceeded to sult the action to the word. Allan Iet him go on in unnoticing silence till it came to that totally unfamilar thing these seven years, & stand-up collar, A shiningly new linen collar of the newest cut, a bea' tiful golden brown knit tle, & gray suit!-— “What on earth?” inquired Allan, awakening from his lethargy. ‘I don't need a collar and tie to keep me from getting cold on a journey across the house. And where did you get those clothes? They look new.” Wallis laid his now fully dressed master back to a reclining position— he had been propped up—and tucked pocket as he replied, ley's, sir, Where you always deal.” And he wheeled the couch back to the day room, over to its very door. It did not occur to Allan, as he was being carried down downstairs by Wallis and Arthur, another of the ser- vants, that anything more than a change of rooms was intended; nor, as he was carried out at its door to @ long closed cariage, that it was any- thing worse than his new keeper's mistaken idea that drives would be good for him. He was a little irri- table at the length and shut-upness of the drive, though, as his cot had been swung deftly from the ceiling of the carriage, he was not jarred, But when Wallis and Arthur car- ed the light pallet on whieh he lay swiftly up @ plank walk laid to the door of @ private car—why then it began to occur to Allan Harrington that something was happening, And ~which rather surprised himself—he did not lift a supercilious eyebrow and say In a soft, apathetic volece, “Very we-ell!l” Instead, he turned his head toward the devoted Wallis, who had helped two conductors swing the cot from the ceiling, and was now waiting for the storm to break, And what he said to Wallis was this; _- 7 “What the deuce does this tom- foolery mean?” As he spoke he felt the acoumulated capacity for temper of the last seven years surging up toward Wallis, and Arthur, and Phyl- lis, and the carriage horses, and everything else, down to the two con- ductors, Wallis seemed rather re- Neved than otherwise, Waiting for a storm to break is rather wearing. “Well, sir, Mra, Hartington, she thought, sir, that—that a little move would do you good. And you didn’t want to be bothered, air’— “Bothered!” shouted Allan, not at ail like @ bored and dying invalid. “I should think I did, when a change in my whole way of life is made! Who gave you, or Mra, Harrington, per- mission for this outrageous perform- ance! It's sheer, brutal, ingulting Idiocy!" “Nobody, air—yes, sir," replied Wallis meckly, “Would you care for a drink, sir—or anything?” “No!” thundered Allan, “Or a fan?” ventured Wallis, ap- proaching near with that article and laying it on the coverlid. Allan's hand snatched the fan angrily—and before he thought he had hurled it at Wallis! Weakly, it is true, for it lighted Ingloriously about five feet away; but he had thrown it, with a movement that must have put to use the muscles of the long-disused upper arm, Wallis sat suddenly down and ught his breath, “Mr, Allan!” he sald, “Do you know what you did then? You threw, and you haven't been able to use more than your forearm befor Mr. Allan, you're getting better! Allan himself lay in astonishment at his feat, and forgot to be angry for a moment. “I certainly did!” he ‘And the way you lost your tem- per!” went on Wallis enthusiastically. “Oh, Mr. Allan, it was beautiful! You haven't been more than to say snarly since the accident! It was so like the way you used to throw hair. brush But at the mention of his lost tem- per Allan remembered to lose it atill further, His old capacity for storm- ing, ® healthy lad's healthy young hot-temperedneas, had been weak- ened by long disuse, but he did fairly well, Secretly it waa a pleasure to him to find that he was alive enough to care what heppened, enough for anger, He demanded presently where he was going, “Not more than two hours’ ride, air, I heard Mr. De Guenther men- tion,” answered Wallis at once, “A little place called Wallraven—quite country, sir, I beltev: “So the De Guenthers are in it too!" said Allan, “What the dickens hae this girl done to them, to hypnotize them #0?" "But I've heard say it's a very pretty place, air," was all Walls Oh,\ seen and heard and felt, winningly cee ee World Daily Magazine. Thursday: September 16, 1915 | By Bertrand W. Sinclair jehengre Ghich only tevelide con now (There wae nn old-fashioned lendecape flere paper oF woe ih very Nttle repeat Over 1, bet where they interfered wiih (ne oul the adventures of (he paper ree + © eed many picture onarwour, for they @ere of j the Remingion type mon line, & plenaawt \« rihele The furniture wae « ante T » the room to remind & man that he Was ob invalid. 1! onourred te Allen that | Phyitie enust have put « | detiberate work we the » entediy, Watehing the 4 trying to trace out the ot | the paper, for at least a haif | He found himeeif at length, much to | bis ewe eurpriss, (inking wi! tain longing of Wie dinner tray Me was thinking of It more and more in- terestedly by the time Wailie—(rey- ieee —rame bark “™ nd Mra. De Guenther aod the young madam are watting for you in | the living room,” he announced. “They would be glad if you would have supper with them.” “Very well,” said Allan amiably, sti} much to hie own surprise, The truth was, he was still enough awake and interested to want to go on hav- ing things happe The room Wallis wheeled him back into was @ to low one, wainsooted and bare floored. It was furnished (with the best Imitation Chippendale to be obtained in a hurry, but over and above there were cushioned chairs and couches enowgh for solid comfort, There were more cheerful pletures, the Maxfield Parrishes Phyllis had wanted, over the green papered walls. There was a fire here also, The room had no more period than a girl's sentence, but there was a bright air of welcomeness and informality that was winning, An old-fashioned haif- table againat the wall was covered with @ @reat many picknicky things to eat, Another table had more things, mostly to eat with, on It, And th wero the De Guenthers and Phyllis, On the whole it felt very like a welcome home. Phylits, in a satiny rose colored gown he had never before, came over to his couch to meet him, She looked very apprehensive and young jand wistful for the role of Bold Bad Hypnotist, She bent toward him with hor hand out, seemed about to speak, then backed, flushed, and noted as if ething had frightened her badly. sty ay all that?” wAbpenen ? Te Me QuicK«! vouchsafed to this. The De Guen- “In she as afraid of m there were thought Allan, Wallis must have bad ipnetiond. sey revere Fore given her a lurid account of how he had behaved, His quick impulse was to reassure her. “Well, Phyllis, my dear, you cer- tainly didn’t bother me with plans this time!” he said, smiling, “This le a bully surprise!” “[-I'm glad you like it,” sald his wife shyly, still backing away. “Of course, he'd like {t,” said Mrs, De Guenther’s kind staccato volce be- hind him, “Kiss your husband, and ted him he's welcome home, Phyllis ohild!” Now, Phyllis was tired with much hurried work, and overstrung. And ‘Allan, lying there smiling boyishly up at her, Allan seen for the first time in these usual looking gray man clothes, waa like neither the marble Crusader she had feared nor the heartbroken little boy she had pitied. He was suddenly her contemporary, @ very handsome and attractive young fellow, a little her senior, From all appearances, he might have been well and normal, and come home to her only @ little tired, per- or some other such placid country haps, by the day's work or sport, as name, There were more trees to be he lay smiling at her in that friendly, seen in Allan's quick passage from intimate way! It was terrifyingly the train to the long old carryall aifferent. Everything felt different. (whose seats had been removed to Ail her little pieces of feeling for bim, make room for his cot than be hed pity and awe and friendliness and remembered existed. ‘There were sleepy birds to be heard, denly together and make something too, talking about how near sunset else—something unplaced and dis- and their bedtime had come, and @ turbing, Her cheeks burned with a ttle brook splashed somewhere out of sight. Altogether spring was to be there before him in her ruffled pink gown. What should she do? It was just then that Mrs, De Guen- ther’s crisply spoken advice came. Phyllis was one of those people whose first unconscious instinct 1s to obey an unspoken order. She bent blindly to Allen's lips, and kissed him with & child's obedience, then straightened up, aghast, He would think her very bold! Hut he did not, for some reason. It may have seemed only comforting and natural to him, that swift child- ish kiss, and Phyliis's honey-colored, violet-scented hair brushing his face. Men take a great deal without que tion as their rightful due. Tho others closed around him then, welcoming him, laughing at the sur- prise and the way he had taken it, telling him all about it as if every- thing were as usual and pleasant as the He gave Allan other details as they went on, however, His clothes and Personal belongings were coming on immediately. There were two suit cases, perhaps he had noticed,.in the car with them. The young madam was planning to stay all the sum- mer, he believed. Mrs. Clancy had been left behind to look after the other @ervants, and he understood that she had seen to the engagement of @ fresh staff of servants for the country. And Allan, still awakened by his fit of temper, and fresh from thé monotony of his seven years’ se- clusion, found all the things Wallis could tell him very interesting. Phyllis's ro@e-garden house had, among other virtues, the charm of being near the little station; a new little mission station which had ap- parently been called Wallraven by some poetic young real estate agency, for the surrounding countryside looked countrified enough to be a Gray's Corners, or Smith's Crossing, ‘insistent. Allan forgave Wallis, not to speak of Phyllis and the conductors, to a certain degree. He ordered the flapping black oll- cloth curtain in front rolled up so he could eee out, and secretly enjoyed the drive, unforeseen though it had been, His spine never said a word, Perhaps it, too, enjoyed having a change from @ couch in a dark city room. They saw no one in their passage through the long, low old house. Phyllis evidently had learned that Allan didn’t like his carryings-about done before people. Wallis seemed to be acting under a series of detailed orders. He and Arthur carried their master to a long, Well- lighted room at the end of the house, and deftly transferred him to > @ couch much more convenient, being ‘IN&# bad always been 4 pleasant newer, than the old one. On this he CO™Monplace, And Wallis began to was wheeled to his adjoining bed- %F¥® the picnic supper. room, and when Wallis bad made biin comfortable there, he left him mysteriously for a while, It was and present CHAPTER XI. HERE were trays and little growing dark by now, and the lights tables, and the food jtself ‘were on: would he betrayed a They were rose shaded, Allan no- Southern darky in the ticed, an the others had been at home, Kitchen if nothing elye had. Allan watched the details of his room It was the first meal Allan had with that vivid interest im Utule @aien with any one for years, and mete I eee ‘ love of wervice, seemed to spring sud- { childish emburrassment as she stood ; he found || eo interesting as te helt crete ebhewt the Gre ont vor Phypllie, tired to denth wie to ber tevertte Gear cored of cuabiens on8 against the couch wie Atee ' ur ned wer hee with Wie times house te polnla 1 pearnesses and “Let me tel you, Allan.” said Mra, De Guenther warmiy at thie from her seat at the couch, “thie wife of yours te @ der, Not many girls could = house in this condition twe after it was boug Allan looked dow whining hair below him, all he could wee of Phyllis, "Yes," he sald consideringiy, “Bho eertainiy is” + At @ cértain slowness in hie q Phys sprang up, “You must red to death!” she said. “It ¢ be nearly 10, Do you feel worn 4 at the heap of oweeping away her husband, “Of course he ts,” she said, deeie« ively, “What have we all been thinks ing of? And we must go to bed, toe, Albert, if you insist on taking early train in the morning, and I sist on going with you. Good night, ehiidren.” Wallis had appeared by thie time, and was wheeling Allan from the room before he had a chance to much of anything but good ‘The De Guenthers talked « longer to Phyllis, and were gone 7 Phyllia flung herself full-length 3 the rugs and pillows before the @re, ~ too tired to move further, : ary day in the itprary, Money, 3 o be pretty, a husband whom she ‘didn't have to associate with much,” if she ever gave herself leave to take it, and the rose garden, She had her wishes, as uncannily ful- filled as if she had been ordering s her fate from a department store, had money to pay fori, . . + Aad back there in the city it wae body's late night, and ht eneneey ait would be ‘Anna tt wouldn't ‘was al John Tanowenin and, ade Rabing: % witzes by the lapful, ugk 4 And yet—and yet. they cared for her, those dirty, foreigners of hers, But she'd work for their liking . . » —perhaps she could mak rington like her as much dren did. He had been night about the move and all, much brighter, her handsome in his , everyday-looking clothes! If she could stay enough and kind enough and enough . . her eyelids . Wallis was stan fully over he . vering. “Mra, Harrington,” he was masterly attitude on the ru ar, says you haven't bid him : yet. “ag An amading message! Had he os in the habit of it, that he it like a small boy? But she of up and followed Wallis inte room. He was lying back in tite white silk sleeping things among white bed inca, looking aa Sat ways had before. Only, ones too alive and awake still for role of © r-on- a=! “Phyllis,” he began eagerly, as Ha sat down beside him, “what bi you so frightened when I firat Wallis hadn't worried you, had he! a “Oh, no; it wasn't that at all,” ial Phyllis, “And thank you for bemg “Sy #0 generous about. it all.” “DT wasn't I—only—you looked so different in—cloth pleaded Phyllis, “like y man my age or older—as if you ikht get up and go to business, or play tennis, or anything, and—and I was afraid of you! That's all, truly!” She was sitting on the bed's her eyes down, her hands quiv in her lap, the picture of a sch who isn't quite sure whether * been good or not. “Why, that sounds truthful! Allan and laughed, It was the time she had heard him, and she gave a t, Such a clear, cheerful, young laugh! Maybe he would laugh more, by and by, if she worked hard to make him. “Good-night, Allan,” she sald, “Aren't you going to kiss me night?” demanded this new precisely ty she pea been cone ever sinc oe met him, Evident had created that kiss three hours ago a precedent. Phyllis colored to her ears. Sho seemed to herself to be elways coloring now, But she musta’t t cross Allan, tired as he must bet “Good-nalght, Allan,” she said again sedately, and kissed his cheek as she had done a month ego—years om when they tad been married, she fled “Wallis,” said his master when his man appeared Want some more reai ciothes, of sleeping sults, Got me some, please. Good-night.” As for Phyllls, In her little greem- ond-white room above him, she was crying comfortably into her pillow. She had not the faintest idea . except that she liked doing {t, felt, through her sleepiness, a faint, hungry, pleasant want of sometl though she hadn't an idea of what could be © bud evervthing, ext out yet trouble. went to sleep, (To Be Continued.) \