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J99VtHVM9HPVMNVVPMVPQK9q9PVPV!ggR9n5"PeinPBK Wiii "BB,iwiiyqpBMWwqiP,ffipWI3 WflU I "MW Vt W-1 "?' '-' y yim'ppwi.'ii ' ' now, naturally, she feels the re action." Somehow or other, with its gayety and good fellowship, that dreadful evening passed. When the friendly folk streamed out into the starry win ter night, there was some anxious comment. "How badly she looked!" "My dear, can you wonder? Think what she's been through!" But one woman, on her husband's arm, murmured, "You don't suppose he could have done anything?" "Twelve good men and true have said he didn't; your remark is out of order." When Fleming closed the door up on the last lingering guest, he turn ed anxiously to his wife. "Amy, I haven't had a chance to speak to you ! You are worn out. Bates, look at her she's worn out!" Bates, lounging in the library door way, agreed. "Indeed she is; Mrs. Fleming, you ought not to have at tempted a dinner party. I believe it's all my fault, because I suggested It" "It's your fault, because you got me off," Fleming said, jocosely. The dullness of the first part of the even ing had quite disappeared; he was rather flushed and inclined to laugh buoyantly at everything; but his face was anxious when he looked at his wife. "Amy, you must go right straight to bed!" "I am going now," she said. "Good night, Mr. Bates. I will copy that poem for you eometime," she ended faintly. Her husband put his arm about her to help her upstairs, but she drew away. "No; stay down and smoke with Mr. Bates." Then, as he insist ed on coming up with her, she push ed his arm away, sharply. "Please don't! My head aches. Please go away." Thomas Fleming stood blankly upon the stairs a moment, then went iapk.tp Bafes. "I never knew Amy so upset," he said, stupidly. "It's been a hard week for her," Bates explained, easily. But Flem ing smoked morosely; he was plainly relieved when his guest said he thought he would go to bed. "Well take the eight-fifteen in the morning, Bates," he said, and Bates, yawning, agreed. Fleming went softly into his own room, and was half disappointed, half relieved, to find his wife lying motion less, with closed eyes. "A good night's sleep will set her up," he thought, tenderly. Fleming himself "had a good night's sleep. That Amy's eyes opened painfully to the dark, when the house had sunk into si lence, he did not knew. She seemed to be sleeping soundly when he awoke the next morning; and again he crept about, not even daring to kiss her, lest she might be disturbed. Just before he and Bates made a dash for the eight-fifteen, he told Jane to ask Mrs. Fleming to call him up on the telephone when she came down stairs, so he might know how she was. As for Amy, when she heard the front door close behind the two hur rying men, she got up wearily. "Now, I've got time to think," she said. There was a certain relief in the consciousness of silence and of time. She could think all day; she could think until half-past six; how many hours? Ten! Ten hours in which to take up a new life. Ten hours in which to become acquainted with her husband. "I have never known him," she said feebly to herself. Well, now she must think. . . . She had some -G'", and went down to the library. She told Jane that she would not see anyone, all day. "I have a headache," she ex plained. And" when Jane left her, she drew her little chair up to the hearth. "Now I'll think," she said. The $3,000 had been "borrowed" from one trust to jay another. . . , Borrowing j Jhrt. f'J JW MMMMMiftyiMMMMMmiaiii