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For Dulcie loved Ridgely. She had loved him from the beginning and now more than ever before her heart went out to this blind man, doomed to be dependent throughout his life upon the help of others. The first day he had murmured: "Julia, somehow I always associated you with mirth and gayety; I did not think of you as an ideal nurse." And " once he had made Dulcie's heart throb when he asked: "Where is Dul cie. Tell her that I should like to see her." But afterward he had grown more silent. And wheA he knew that he would never see again he would lie ' for hours upon his bed, deep in thought. Duleie, seeing his blind eyes fixed upon hers as though he saw, would shiver and cover her face with " her hands, as if he could -see the starting tears. .. "I have been a foql," he said on one occasion. "I have thought that pleasure was all in life. I did not know that life is tribulation. What should I do without you, my dear?" The Dulcie ran out of the room to cry. And the confession seemed the hardest thing in the world, and yet it had to be made. Ridgely had been brought itno the Crothers home simply because he had no one to care for him. Old Mrs. Crothers, a gentle old lady, alternate ly dominated and petted "by Julia, had assented to the nlan, with alacritv. But when she understood Julia's inr tentions she shook her head mourn fully. "He thinks I am Julia", mother," Dulcie whispered to her. "I don't know how to tell him." . The old lady flared up for the first time in many years, "i" you ask me," she said, tossing her head, "I think that Jim is well rid of ner." JjMother!" exclaimed Dulcie, in shocked tones. "Look there!" answered the old lady, pointing to the garden gate. Downthe street came Julia, and a youhg man walked at her side. Dul cie knew the boy; she did not blame t him for seizing the opportunity to re-1 gain his former flame ; but Julia 1 "In my day we didn't change like that m time of trouble," said old Mrs. Crothers. "Will you tell him, mother?" asked Dulcie, eagerly. "No, my dear. That is for you," j said the old lady. "But I can't I can't," said Dulcie; ' wringing her hands. And then, resolved to end a situa-3 tion which had become unbearable, Dulcie ran upstairs and into Jiin's'2 room. He was lying on the sofa, look- ing out of the window with his sight- less eyes. 9 "Do you know, dear, that I have neither asked nor received a kiss dur ing the whole of my illness?" asked ! Jim patiently. Dulcie blushed painfully. "Jim, there is something that P must tell you," she stammered, seat-J ing herself at his side. t Jim took her hand and held it in ' his. ' "Ib it something terrible?" he?T asked gayly. "Teh me, Julia, and let' me see whether I find it as bad as yoii r think it is." "Oh, you don't understand," the1, girl burst out. ,lAnd yet I aon't know how you can have been so bli so; unable to .understand. I am not Ju-' lia. I am Dulcie, and Julia Julia -r oh, Jim, how can I manage to tell' you that she does not care for you' any more and has not been near you, since the second day of your illness? ' Oh, Jim, she doesn't care for you and never did care, and it is hard to have ' Jo tell you, and and " l And Dulcie broke into, a storm of passionate tears. ' Jim's hand fell lightly upon her1 own. "I knew it was you, Dulcie,'' he said softly. r Dulcie raised her tear-stained face incredulously. ' "You see, ilear, you only deceived me for a few hours' he said. "Ypji see Dulcie, love opens one's ears '