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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
"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
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
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
Thomas Fleming stood blankly
upon the stairs a moment, then went
"I never knew Amy so upset," he
"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,
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
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
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