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- Nbrah stared at this generous
hearted young man with an actual
tear in her eye.
"You are a good man, Mr. Bliss,"
she said, "and you'll get a blessing
for this. When I tell Miss Thorpe of
your kindness "
"Oh, dear! Not that," immediately
interrupted Walter. "That must be
the last thing in the world to do. No,
no, you must faithfully promise me
that yott will never tell Miss Thorpe
about my share in the transaction."
"But she will want to know."
"I will place a note in the work
Walter. "And here, Norah,'! he con
tinued, "is a dollar to get yourself a
But Norah scorned to be concerned
in the matter and take pay for doing
a kindness to "that sweetjady, bless
her dear, good heart!" J """
Walter found he had undertaken
no easy task when Norah brought to
his room over a hundred pages of
penciled writing and the blank paper
to copy it on. It was the rough no
tation of some building 'specifica
tions. """ j
'Sixteen thousand words at the
least," estimated Walter, and took off
his coat and settled down to an all
When Verda Thorpe came home
from her mission of mercy the next
morning she was fairly bewildered to
discover the work she had set aside
all neatly done.
A note on top of the eopied sheets
read: "A friend who appreciates your
noble sacrifice for a dying -friend
wishes to contribute this much of
time to help you out."
The work gained Verda & perma
nent position. Many a time she tried
puzzle out who her kind helper could
be. Norah only mystified her with
her denseness when Verda ques
Tnree weeKs later waiter came
home with a heavy cold. The next
morning he awoke with a fever. That
same evening he -was slightly deliri
ous. Norah devoted all the: time she J
could to attending to him. She told
Verda of the case.
If you could watch him and giva
him his medicine until 9 o'clock this
evening," said Norah, just after sup
per. "I have my regular work to do
till then." f
"Surely I will, Norah," assented
Verda, and thus it was fate brought
those two together.
Miss Thorpe 'started in the chair
where she sat as she heard her name,
"Verda," whispered softly over and
over again by the sleeping invalid.
Then he was quiet for an hour.
Verda moved over to a little table on
which were some books. In moving
them about some folded typewritten
sheets fell out. .
"Why, what's this?" mysteriously
murmured the astonished young
For, as she restored ,the sheets she
recognized them as covering the sub
ject of the work that had been so
strangely done for her three weeks
They were spoiled sheets. A light
dawned upon her mind all of a sud
den. At that moment the maid en
tered the room.
"Norah," spoke Verda flutteringly,
"there is a mystery here I cannot
fathom. Your patient appears to
know my name."
"Oh, yes, ma'em. He has inquired
about you every day since you came
"And I found some writing," and
Verda recited the rest of her story.
"You must know what this means!"
she exclaimed, noticing an embar
rassed expression in Norah's face,
"Speak out, Norah."
"No, ma'am," dissented Norah,
sturdily. "Let him tell you."
-"Oh, he can, can he?" questioned
"Yes, ma'am," replied' Norah.
Walter was convalescent the next
day. That evening Norah came to
."HI lave to tell her, sir," shevgild,