The evening world. Newspaper, September 17, 1915, Page 15

CHAPTER XI. ‘ OW did Mr night? Allen pase the Vhylle asked etand Wallis anxiousty and o) i Mrs Clancy's echolce had been heerful (o @ degree, aod biack, all tM; a fat Virginia cook, @ aim youne Tuskegee chamnbermaid of a pale soddle color, and a #hiny brown outdoor man who came from no- where in particular, but waa very useful now he was here, Phyllis had geen them all thie morning and foun’ them everything rervante should be. Now she was looking al Ailan, as her duty was is beamed from aguinat the rpost, bis tray in his hands “Mra, Harrington, it's one of the eet sleeps Mr, Allan's had! Fou Hours straight, and then sleeping still, if broken, Ul 6 o'clock! And AUD taking interest in things, Oh, n, you should have heard him yesterday on the train, as furious as furious! It waa beautifull” “Then bis apine wasn't jarr said Phyllis thoughtfully, “Wallis, 1 believe there wus more nervous shock aud nervous depression than ever the doctors realised, And I by eve all he needa in to be kept hap- py, to be much, inuch better, Would- n't it be wonderful if he got so he could move freely from the waist up? 1 believe that may happen if we can keep him cheered and interested. Wallis looked down at bis tray, “Yes, ma'am,” he suid, “Not to speak ill of the dead, Mra, Harrington, the late Mrs. Harrington was always saying, “My poor stricken boy,’ and things Hke that—Do not jar him with {il-timed light or merriment,’ and reminding him how bad he was. And she certainly didn’t Jar him with «ay merriment, ma‘um." What were the doctors thinking about?’ demanded Phyllis indig- aantly. “Well, ma‘am, they did all sorts of things to poor Mr. Allan for the first year or so. And then, as nothing helped, and they couldn't find out what was wrong to have paralyzed him so, be begged to have them stop- ped hurting bim. So wo haven't had ene for tho past five years.” “I think a masseur and a wheel- chair are tho next things to get,” aaid Phylils decisively, “And remem- ber, Wallis, thei something the matter with Mr. Allan's shutters. ‘They won't always close the sunshine out as they should.” Wallis almost winked, if an elderly, mutton-chopped servitor can be im- agined as winking. “No, ma'am," he promised, "“Some- thing wrong with ‘em. I'll remember, ma'am.” Phyllis went singing on down the sunny old house, swinging her colored muslin skirts and prancing a little with sheer joy of being twenty-five, and prettily dressed, with a dear house all her own, and--yeo—a dear Allan a little her own, too! Doing well for a man what another woman has done badly has @ peren- nial joy for # certain type of woman, and this was what Phyllis was in the midst of. She pranced a little more, and came almost straight up against a long old mirror with gilt cornices, which bad come with the house and was staying with it, Phyllis stopped and looked critically at herself. “L haven't taken time yet to be pretty," #he reminded the girl in the wings, and began then and there to take account of stock, by the way of vexinning., Why--a good deal had done itself! Her halr had been varhed about every ten minutes since pve had been away from tho library, it was springy and three shades more aden, Bhe had not been rushing out in all weathers unveiled, nor washing bastily with hard water and cheap brary soup eight or ten times a day, because private houses are compara- tively clean places. So her complexion had been getting back, unnoticed, a good deal of its original country rose and cream, with 4 little gold glow underneath, And the tired heaviness wone from her eyelids, because she had scarcely used her eyes since whe had married Allan-—there had been too much else to do! The little frown lines between the brows had gone too, with the need of reading glasses and work under elec- tricity, She was more rounded, and her look was less intent, The strained Liberry Teacher look was The Evening World Daily Magazine. Friday. September 17, 1915 The Rose Garden Husl "The Od O08 onan ef 6 ae a Marriage That Preceded « Courtship By Margaret Widdemer Pe hadi The lwwinews tone Blue ever weed beck at her gunk comfort the cok, “you ably to * of Lily-Anne, Does you wamt yo dinnehe brought inte 66 sittin'-room vier Uli de gem man wile weil? You -no-yee--for the present, any way,” said Phyllis, with & minture of confusion aud dignity. Fortunately the doorbell chose this time to ring young Mensenger with « ate wanted Wo apenk to the The jast item on Vhyliis shopping list had come ‘The sithound's de Irections about dog-biseult nd then the messenger from the ken drove back to the ai which had been emp! wriggling six-months black bull- on the meat beside bim CHAPTER XII. LLAN, lying at the window the of the sunny bedroom, and wondering if they had been having springs like this of he had lived tn the city, heard a scuffle outside the door, His wife's volce inquired breathlessly of Wallis, "Can Mr, Allan—see me? © ¢ ¢ ON, gricious—don't, Foxy, you little binck gargoyle! Open the door, or— shut it—quick, Wallis!” But the door, owing to cireum. stances over which nobody but the biack dog had any control, flew vio- lently open here, and Allan had a fly. tin ing vinion of his wife, flushed, laugh. ing and badly mussed, being rail. roaded acrom the room by @ pran- cingly exuberant Freach bull at the end of a leash, “He's—he's a cheerful dog,” panted Phyllis, trying to bring Foxy to an- chor near Allan, “and 1 don’t think he knows how to koep atill Jong enough to pose across your feet—he wouldn't become them, anyhow—~he's a real man-dog, Allan, not an interior deco- ration, * © © Oh, Wallis, he has Mr. Allan's slipper! Foxy, you little fraud! Did bliin want @ drink, angel puppy?” “Did you get him for me, Phyllis?” asked Allan when the tumult and the shouting had died, and the caracoling Foxy had buried his hideous litte black-pansy face in a costly Belleek dish of water. “You,” gasped Phyiiis from her favorite seat, the floor; “but you needn't keep him unless you want to, I can keep him where you'll never see him—can't I, honey-doggums? Only I thought he'd be company for you, and don't you think he seems— cheerful?" Allan threw his picturesque head back on the cushions and laughed and Jaughed. “Cheerful!” he said. “Most assured- ly! Why--thank you, ever so much, Phyllis. You're an awfully thought- fal girl, 1 always did like bulle -had a Nelson, Come nere, one in colle; you little rascal! Hoe whistled, and the puppy lifted its muazle from the water, made 4 dripping dash to the couch, and scrambled up over Allan as if they had owned each other since birth, Never was a dog less welghod down by the glories of ancestry. Allan pulled the flopping bat-ears with his most useful hand, and asked with interest: “Why on earth did they call a Franch bull Foxy?" “You, sir,” sald Wallis, “I under- stand, sir, that he was the most active and playful of the litter, and chewed up all bis brothers’ ears, sir, And the kennel people thought it was so clever that they called him Foxy." “The best-tempered dog in the lit- ter!" cried Phyllis, burating into help- Joss laughter from the floor, “That doesn’t mean ho's bad-tem- pered,” explained master and man eagerly together. Phyllis began to #ee that she had bought a family pet as much for Wallis as for Allan, She Jeft them adoring the dog with that reverent emotion which only very ugly bulldogs can wake ip a man's breast, and flitted oul, happy over the ess of her new toy for Allan. Yake him out when he ge much for Mr. Allan,” she managed to say softly Wallis as she passed him, But, except for a run or so for his health, Wallis and Allan betweea them kep} the dog in the bedroom most of the day. Phyllis, in ono of her flying visits, found the little fellow, tired with play, dog biscuits and other attentions, snuggled down by his master, bis lit- tle crumpled black muzzle on’ the pil- low close to Allan's contented, sleep- ing face. She felt as if she wanted to ery. The pathetle lack of interests which made the coming of a new little dog such an event! efore she hung one more picture, before she set up even a book from the boxes which had been her father's, before she arranged one more article of furniture, she telephoned to the Village for the regular delivery of four daily papers, and a half dozen of the most masculine magazines she could \bink of on the brary lists. She A GONG OUT ow 4 STairt . ws ny bur Yt We Cause had never known of Allan's doing any reading. That he had cared for books before the accident, she knew. At any rate, she was resolved to leave no point uncovered that might, just pos- sibly might, help her Allan just a little way to Interest in life, which shoe felt to be the way to recovery. He liked being told stories to, any way. “Do you think Mr. Allan will feel like coming into the living room to- day?” she asked Wallis, meeting him in the hall about two o'cloc! he's dressed, ma’ Waillis's astonishing reply, and the an’ arm, mi ‘am, than we thought.” “Do you think he'd care to be wheeled into the living room about four?” asked Phyllis, “For tea, ma‘ beaming. ‘am, am?" inquired Wal- I should think so, T'll ask, anyhow.” ma’ Phyllis, had not thought of tea one does not stop for such leisurely amenit in a busy public brary Lily-Anna was a Je She built the fire up to a bright flame, and brought in some daffodils from the garden without a word from her mis- tress. Phyllis herself saw that the victrola Was in readiness, and cleared @ #pace for the couch near the fire, There was quite a festal feeling. Tho talking machine was. also a surprise for Allan. Phyllis thought afterward that she should have saved it for another day, but the temptation to grace the occasion with it was too strong. She and Alin were as excited over it as @ couple of chil- dren, and the only drawback to Allan's enjoyment was that he ob- viously wanted to take the records out of her unaccustomed fingers and adjust them himself. He knew how, tt appeared, and Phyllis naturally didn't. However, she managed to follow his direotions successfully, She had bought reck- lessly of rag-time discs, and pro- vided @ fair amount of opera selec- tions, Allun seemed equally happy over both, After the thing bad been playing for three-quarters of an hour, and most of the records were exhausted, Phyllis rang for tea. It was getting a little darker now, and the wood fire fantastic red and black lights id shadows over the room, It was very intimate and thrilling to Phyllis suddenly, the fire-lt room, with just their two selves there, Allan, on his couch before the fire, looked bright and contented, The adjustable couch-head had been braced to such @ position that he was almost sitting up. The bull- dog, Who had lately come back from @ long walk with the gratified outdoor man, snored regularly on the rug near his master, wakening enough to bat his tail on the Noor if he was re- ferred to, The little tea-table was between Allan and Phyllis, crowned with bunch of apple ' blossoms, whose spring-like acent dominated the warm room. P! » in her greon gown her cheeks pink with excitement, w walting on her lord and master a lit tle allently, Allan Watched her amusedly for awhile; she was ng Intent as a good child over her tea-ball and her lemon and her little cakes “Say something, Phyllis’ he sug: Kested with tf touch of miachief she wan not yet used to, coming from him, “This (s @ serious matter,” she re- Wweu AS es a Lint pet gravely. aven't made that js—for so long it's know which is the cup and which is the saucer?" “Why not?” he asked idly, yet in- terestedly too. “L was otberwh oceupied. I was 4 Dauxhter of Toil,” explained Phyl- lis serenely, setting down her own cup to relax in her chalr, hands be- hind her head; looking, in her green own, the picture of graceful, strong, young indolence, “I was a@ librarian didn't you know?” “No, 1 wish you'd tell me, if you don't mind,” said Allan, “About you, I mean, Phyllis, Do you know, I feel awfully married to you this after- noon—you've bullied ine #0 much it's no wonder—and I really ought to Know about my wife's dark past.” Phyllis’s heart beat a little faster, She, too, had felt “awfully married” here alone in the fire-lit pete room, dealli © intimately and gayly with Allan, “There isn't much to tell," she said soberly, “Come over here closer," com- manded Allan the spoilt. “We've both had all the tea we want, Come close by the couch, 1 want to see you when you tall.” Phylits did as he ordered, “1” was a New Englind country minister's daughter," she began, England country ministers alway lots about Greek and Latin and how to make one dollar do the work of one-seventy-five, but they never have any dollars left whén the doing's over. Father and I lived alone Segather i as ba and he taught me things, and [ ‘petted bim—fathers, need it, spectally when they have country congregations—and we didn't bother much about other folks, Then he~died, "I was eighteen, and T had six hundred dollars, [ couldn't do arith- metic, because father had always sald it was jeft out of my head, and I needn't bother with it, So [ couldn't teach Then they said, ‘You like books, and you'd better be a librarian,’ As a matter of fact, a ibrarian never gets a chance to read, but you can't explain that to the general public. So I came to the city and took the course at library school. “Then I got a position in the Green- way Branch—two years in the circu- lating desk, four in the cataloguing room, and one in the Children's De- partment, The short and simple an- nals of the poor!" “Go on," said Allan. “I belleve it's merely that you Ike the sound of human voice," maid Phyllis, laughing. “I'm going to go on with the story of the Five Little Pigs--you'll enjoy it just as much!" “Exactly,” said Allan. ‘Tell me what it was like in the Mbrary, please," “It was rather interesting,” Phyllis, vleldi Lg at once, said y! iny monotony, T suppose a teacher does, But the hours are not much shorter than a department store's, and It's exacting, on-your-feet work all the time. I liked the work with the children best. Only--you never have any time to be anything but neat in a lbrary, and you do get so tired of being just neat, if you're a girl." “And a pretty one,” sald Allan, "E don't suppoxe the ugly ones mind as much.” It was the first thing he had sald about her looks, Phy eady color came into her cheeks. So he thought she was pretty! “Do you-think I'm pretty?” gne sen breathlessly, She couldn't help ‘ot course I do, you little goose,” said Allan, amiling at her. Phyllis.‘ plu back into the er story: you can’t ait B nights to sew much, or practise doing your hair new ways, because you need a! your strength to get up when t alarm clock barks next And then, there's worry, if you have nothi salary. Of course, this year, when I've been getting $80 @ month, vhings have been all right. But when it was only @ month tp ihe culation—well, that was pretty hard pulling,” bald Phyllis thoughtfully. “But the worst—the worst, Allan, was waking up nights and wonder! what would happen if you broke down for @ long time, Because you can't very well save for sickness-in- Atk surance on even fifty a month, And the work—well, of course, most girls’ work is just @ little more than they have the strength for, always, tut awfully lucky to get into chil- dren's work, Some of my imps, litt! Poles and Slovaks id Hungaria: mostly, are the cleverest, most at- fectionate bablee—' She began to tell him stories of wonderful ten-year-old# who were Socialists by conviction, and read economics, and dazed little a ‘pical sixteen-year-olda who read ee Goosey and stopped even that sy cause 'they got married, “You poor little girl!” said Allan, unheeding. “What brutes they wei to you! Well, thank Heaven, that's over now!" “Why, Allan!" she said, laying o soothing hand on hi: “Nobody was a brute, There's never more than in-authority in any Hbrary, Ours was the Supervisor ft Half of the Deak, and after I got out of Circulation I never saw anything of her.” Allan burst into unexpected laugh- ter, “It sounds like a Chin title of honor,” he explained, “ ‘Grand Warder of the Emperor's Left Blip- per-Rosette,’ or something of the sort." “The Desk's where you get your books stamped," she explained, “and the two shifte of girls who attend to that part of the work each have a supervisor—the Fight and Left halves, The one that was horrid had favorites, and snapped at the ones that weren't, I wasn't under her, though. My Supervisor waa lovely, an Irishwoman with the most florid hats, and the kindest, mout Just dis- position, and alwaye laughing. We all adored her, she was 40 te mages, i “ ood deal abou ehing auld’ Allan thoughfully, ‘ank ag a virtue in libraries, ave to laugh," explained Phyllis. “If you don't see the laugh- gife of things, you see the cry~ ‘And you can't afford to be unnappy if you have to earn your living, Peo- ple like brightness best. And it’s more comfortable for yourself, once you get used to tt” “So that waa your philosophy of life,” sald Allan. His hang tightened compasslonately on be sd Uttle girl! & 4 phyttin® 6 Was very moved and ca- ressing, and the darkness was deep- ening as the fire sank. Only an oc- casional tongue of flame glinted across Phyllis's silver slipper buckle and on the seal ring Allan wore, It was easy to tell things there in the perfumed duskine: ~~. ‘ By Maurice Ketten » asked Phyllis anxiously, a# she had ———— RAW GOLD» aa A a it ~ sone of a . * ' ot oon Pom tet o= Myles TARO os ow ‘(atte ante * ‘ * ont, oak te knows to efter For the orally ne caretree (imposition then Phage Mie bolure, Gepoattion wes beepent. Watiie enid the never hed « otreying mood te b fe 00 (he acotdent, Fr7 _, The bookkerber, Mis attitude to bie wife became | yilten my dear more aod more « taking for-@remted |, “t'm telling you shout him.” 9Fo- sitection and dependence. ft te to | tented Phy liie wes awiully croms | because I wouldn't marry him, but | didp't see any reason why I should. I didn't like him expecially, and | would Probably have gone on with my work jafterward There didn't seem to me |to be anything to it for any one but him—-for of course I'd bi hed tie mending aod ail that to do wheat e home from the library, and 1 scarcely got time for my own. Hut fully because of course, be feared that Phytie epotied Rim badly Hut wae so long eines oho had been needed by any one person ae Allan needed hert And be bead such lovable, Megteal masculine he didn't petting, @ favors and taking big ones for gramt- 4, that—entirely, as Phytlie ineteted to herself, from « sense of combined duty and grateful interest-—ahe would have had her pretty head removed and sent him by parcel post, @ be had idly suggested his posstbie meed of a girl's head some time, And it was so heaveniy—oh, but it was heavenly there in Phytlts's rose « garden, with the colored flowers com- ing out, and the little green cater- Pillars roaming over the leaves, end pretty dresses to wear, and Foxy-dog to play with—and Allan! Allan demanded—no, not exeetly demanded, but expected and got—so much of Phyllis’s society in these days that she had learned to carry on all her affairs, even the house- keeping, out in her hammock by bis wheel-chair or couch. She wore large, floppy white hats with roses on them, by way of keeping the sun off; but Allan, it appeared, did not think much of hats except as an ornament for girls, and his uncovered curly Bair Was burned to a sort of goldly-russet all through, and his pallor turned to a clear pale brown, Phyllis looked up from her work one of these heavenly last-of-June days, and tried to decide whether didn't want t men would try to Mi the library, | DUE the Janitor always made them go asked him wo. He Why, Allan, it Shai i ture on uppose I was,” she said, “though re never thought of it before, poasta’s think it was horrid. lote of it, Only, wasn't any te ie real girl yn it jan’t much in thia, 1 ehould anid Allan savagely, “except jooking after @ big doll Phyilis’s laugh tinkled out, “Ob, I love playing with dolls,” she said miachievously. “And you ought to see my new slippers! | have pink on and blue ones, and lavender reen, all satin and suede. And when ket time I'm going to buy dreaves to match, And « banjo, maybe, with & seif-teacher, The a room up- #tairs where nobody can hear a eeing uu do. I've wanted slippers and Banjo ever sinc I ean remember.” “Then you're fairly happy?" de- manded Allan suddenly, “Why, of course!” said Phylli though she had not really stopped to ask herself before whether she was or not. There had been ao many exciting things to do, "Wouldn't you be happy if you could buy verything you wanted, and every really liked the change or not. one was lovely to you; and you had Was handsomer unq 4 pretty clot lovely house— though that had hardly been negpa- and @ rose n . feat wan os hing ly statuesque “Yer—if 1 could buy everything wanted,” said Allan, His voice drag- | Allan it her Bove Bey Lath seohes up wed a little, Phyllis sprang up, in- &t her, azine, for Puyilia bad had sueeeted large measure in reviving his taste for magazines and books, 4 “Well, Phyllis, my dear,” Lem Pt amiling, “what's the problem now? % feel sure there is something 4 7 stantly penitent You're tired, and I've been talk- ing and talking about my alily little woes till I've worn you out!" she id, “But--Allan, you're getting tter, Try to move this arm. The It was a great many years aince hand I'm ‘holding, | ‘There! | ‘That ty @ lot more than you coul w any one had cared to Pv og ood or} had ide. And it w t first cam think i hunk it hand keeping he would be a good plan for a masseur going to be sprung on me—get the wares over!" a ia “You wrong mi aid, begin- ning to thread some more pink em~- t in othe’ Xeeows e it.” broidery silk. “I was only wonder- t have been any kind, comfort. 2,come down and aoe i, veotested ine whether I Hked) you aa well Ing hand, She found nerseit pourlb® Anan, “I liko your taste in houses tanned as I did when you ae it all out to Allan, there close by her: and imusic-boxes and bulldogs, nice and white, back in the loneliness, the strain, the hard if I'll stand for a "Cheerful thought” prey Aten, work, the lack of all womans no use; they can't laying down things in her life, the is ion and ome any good, and the last one “Shall I rin by a maensine . eee Grearinoms At night, the overfatlgue, aimoat killed me. There's no reason peroxide? you sald and the hurt of jratching youth and why I should be tormented simply day, ‘I haye to be approved Remannene Siding away, GENERA, Oy profeasional pounder needa unhappy.’ with nothing to show for all the “Oh, it really doesn't matter,” said yoara; only @ cold hope that her flock of little transient aliens might be a Iittle better for the guidance she could give them— “ae ae econ ede And then, that wet, discouraged day in February, and the vision of Evi woe, radiantly fresh and happy, kept young and pretty by unlimite money and time, “Her children were so protiy’ aid Phylils wistfully, “and mine, dear tle villains, were such dirty, un- taught, rude little tht rh, at @ounds snobbish, but I'd have given Phyllis mischievously, shoot him or sometht your spinal column. 1 a man who would give the muscles of your arn and shoulders a little exercise. That couldn't hurt, and might help you use them. That wouldn't be any trouble, would it? : d Please!’ The {ret minute he hurts, “Not a bit, Allan.” she sald, you can send him flying, You know Ing at him. "Y¥. They call Massage lazy people's ex- decorative! If remember y time I saw you I thought yor one: "1 eve you're Teally invereated 06 ox otly like & marble Knight in making me bette: said Allan, amb,’ ™ * Adina ‘Allan the listless, tranded invalld of four months her raperies and atroked hand, shat long carven hand she loved to after a long ailenci owl everything 1 had to have @ dainty, St” course,” maid Phylits, ‘before—threw Seas ntte lady-child throw her anna “That's what I'm here his head back and shouted with ground me and kiss m for!” laughter. my pet little handsome, Jewess, Up at home been so clean and ol joo always could remember it had een finished for 300 years, And wa} Father's clean, still, old Ubrary*— Phyllis did not know how @he was But this answer did not suit Allan, for some reason, aid no more about the masseur, She Sey bee ie x.t samme him, any Wallis came in and ‘ena ure tne lights on, “I suppose I aprve the yepete warden stat rg OM he sald. to have some horrors when I was kid. I remember two awful deer that always Kohat it i ae trying not to get their f “ a floppy bronze dog we: sealed th No He was meant for a Gordon setter, Tromnerinod ia her but Allens fecnine CHAPTER XIII. ani ut’ Ae dase s0 swab nepok things ‘urther than intention. juise and po MMs long: sojourn ta. the daria IN due course of time Juno |'tised to ride the deer. Allan did. It wae the mother inatinct came. So did the masscur, His face shadowed « little as he that she was spending on Mim, but and more flowered frocks spoke, for nearly the “heat time, of moter instinct of a kind he pad never known before; efictent, shown only In ita ante And could never have earthing else to spend it on, he thought, Well, he was due to die in @ few year * © © But he didn't want to, La ing was just beginning to be inte esting again, somehow, There seemed no paclataniery o6 wolution for “the two Weil, he'd be un- nelfish and die, any way. Meanwhil why not be happy? Here was Phyllt for Phyllis, and the wheel- chair for Allan. The immediate effect of June was to bring out buds all over the ros trees; of the flowered dresses, to make Phyllis very picturesquely pretty. As for the masseur, he had more effect than anything else, It was as Phyllis had hoped: the paralyais of Allan's arms had been the dead “Alla Phvns sald, bending ¢ rosy and golden tell me about-—Leu- ff you don’t mind talking about her? Would it be bad for yeu, do you think?" Allan's eyes dwelt on his wife pleas- urably, She was very real and near 1 and lovable, and Louise Frey seemed far away and shadowy in his thoughts. He had loved her very dearly and passionately, t that bolster- His hand clasped hers more closely: jess permanent than any one had oUs, handsome youn, ise, but that “And when Mr. De Guenther made y boy-life belonged to me that offer," she murmured, col- thought, and for perhaps the last jocned separated now from thie oring in the darkness, “I and discouraged, and the med so endless! It didn't ugh I'd be harming any one—but I wouldn't have done it if you'd said a@ word against it-—truly I wouldn't, rt three years there had been little more the matter than entire loss of strength and muascie-control, from long disuse. By the time they had been a month in the country Allan's use of his arms and shoulders was nearly normal, and Phyllis was having wild hopes, that she confided to no one but Wallis, of even more sweeping betterments. Allan slept much better, from the slight Increase of activity, and also perhaps because Phyllis had coaxed him outdoors as soon as the weather * * * Allan, ¢ became warm, and was keeping him “)\" pretty pleasant rose garden, with tts golden. haired, wisely sweet young chate- laine, by thousands of black years. The ‘blackness came back when remembered what lay behind It. “There's nothing much Phyllis,” he sald, frowning a Ittle, "She Was pretty and full of life. She had black hair and deal of color, We friends all our liv ex adjoined, {t happened.” years seem. ‘The last little word slipped out un- noticed. She had heen calling her brary children “dear" for a year now, and the word slipped out of itself, But Allan Hked it. “My poor Uttle girl! he sald, “In your place I'd have married the devil himself—up inst @ life like that.” “Then—then you don't—mind?” asked before. kages chambermald "No, indeed!” said Allan, with @ there, Sometimes ho lay In the gar- was holding out a tray with @ oar little unneceasary, fray “1 told den on his couch, sometimes ho sat on it you she didn't ike in the wheel-chair, almost al “The doctor, ma'am,” she said, b. ju did tell me,” said pen- bert Phytii fanees "The doctor!" echoed Allan, halt. itantly. with Payilts sitting or lying in bee If-laughing, “I knew you 1 “But supposing De Guenther hadn't hammock near him, and the devoted thing up your sleeve, Phyl- picked out some one like you"——- Foxy pretending to hunt something |is! What on earth did you hai just what I often thought nearby, for?" , raid Phyllis naively, “She i Phyllis’ was a study of as might have been much worse than There were oocasionsl fits of the ish mont iy honor, T hada’ * ¢ @ Oh, but T was frigh' old depression and @ilence, when potion he was even in existence,” when I saw you first! I didn't know Allan would le silently in his own “He's not my doctor! what you'd be like, And then, when room with his hands crossed and his have foe krowed,’ or I ed at you" — else Lily-Anna's called him tn," 1, ‘when you looked at met” °¥*# shut, answering no one—not $i jy ities Olled ie ee demanded Allan. even Foxy, along, Viola.” But Phyllis refused to go on, (To Be Continued.) Wallis and Phyllis respected ghese