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WfffT-V'Evtff'K ff m VmiB&fl&rr "This is the suicidal ward," said the supervisor as he unlock ed the door to Miss Margie Gor don, who in turn repeated the in formation to the pupils of her psychology class that was visit ing the asylum in connection with the chapter on insanity. Miss Gordon and her high school class walked slowly around the assembly rpom of the ward scrutinizing the faces of oc cupants of the benches. Dave Barrington was hiding his face in his hands. Not that he wish ed to avoid their gaze, but he was in one of his customary attitudes. As the visitors were leaving the ward, Barrington ran to a barred window. He clutched the cold iron bars that separated him from freedom. "Margie, Margie, do you hear me? It is I, Dave," he cried at the top of his voice as he peered through thcbars into the gloam ing. Miss Gordon gave a cry, partly one of fright and partly surprise. She recognized the voice. She ran to Barrington and threw her arms around his neck. "Dave, I hear you. This is Margie. Don't you know me?" Barrington turned and grab bed her roughly by the shoulders. He held her at arm's length for fully a minute and then wrapped her in his arms in a fond and ten der embrace. "My sweetheart. Why did you leave me?" "Dave, Dave, I am your sister. That is why I left you. The day before I left Sherwood, I got a letter from the -superintendent of the Infants' Rest in which he said he thought he ought to tell me, now that I was of age, that my parents and yours too, Dave, were killed in a railroad wreck. You and I were on the same train but we miraculously escaped un injured. We were taken to the fondling institution' and given the names we now have. By a strange coincidence you- and I were adopted by persons in the same town and they were not apprised of our relationship. I was not brave enough to tell you this, Dave. Will you forgive met "Yes, Margie, I forgive you. I am very happy." "Dave Barrington, discharged as cured," was written on the Oldenham asylum records 15 minutes later. Along the tan bark path to the asylum gate, Majgie and Da've walked hand in hand behind the psychology class. o o After Marriage. She You're a nice sort of hus band ! Before we were married you said that we'd swim in wine. He You also said after we are married you'd throw away all those old clothes you were wear ing. She Well, if I had done so, I'd have been no, lady. o o Different. Prince She looks like a wom an with a past. Is she trying to live down a mistake? Talbot Not exactly; she is trying to divorce it