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‘.. “Tam alive,’ he answered, ‘and I have been wander: |” .
~ Ing up and down like the gentleman mentioned in history.
a You are early with your fire, aren’t you?, It is quite warm
out.” | a f Name,
‘It is quite cold within,” she replied; ‘‘at-least, I am
cold, I: always feel cold now. Well?’ she added, with
abrupt integxogation. ~ .
He smiled ep at her. -
“You want my news?” he said, shortly.
. *“Yes!. Where is he? Where is Blair?’’ she demanded, i
_ and as she spoke his name a.red spot burnt in either cheek, poy
‘and her eyes grew hungry and impatient. .‘‘ Why doeshe . ° 1
not come home or write?) One would think you were both
-. dead! poe
»» -“*Blairis. alive,’ he said, holding his hands to the fire,
though he had said it was warm, and watching her witha. _
Bidelong look under the lowered lids. . ‘‘ He isn’t dead, but
_ he has been very nearly.”’ eet
She uttered a faint fry, and put her hand to her heart. te
- ‘* Dknew it!’ she murmured huskily, I felt. that some- |) q
thing was wrong with him. Don’t laugh at me,” she 9 | *
went/on fiercely, for the smile had crept into his face
again, ‘I tell youl felt it. It was as if some one. had ;
passed over my grave. Blair nearly dead!) And you.
ever told me!’ What brutes men can be!’ andthe angry.
tears crowded into her eyes. wee
~ “* Don’t blame me,” he said. ‘It was Blair’s fault. I_ :
-, Should have written and asked you to help me nurse Sea |
aim, but he wouldn’t permit me to tell any one, eventhe =.
earl? . . ey: SON
“But why not?” she demanded.
-He shrugged his sholders. OO EES
‘**As well ask the wind why it blows north instead of, — :
. South, or east, or west. Blair is whimsical; besides, he - = \ 5
hates any fuss, and—forgive me, Violet—but he may have _ ‘
known that you would have made a fuss.” — . po ae
-. .““T would have gone to him to the other end ofthe world, =
and have given my life to save his, if you call that mak-
ing a fuss!” she retorted angrily. a
’ “* Exactly,” he said; ‘‘ and that is just what Blair didn’t
~ Want.” Le fo Ss
_** Where was. he,-and what was it?’’ she asked, dashing | -
the tears from her eyes with a gesture that was almost. -
Savage, | : ety i . . ‘ a
_. “He gota fever at Paris.’ said. Mr. Austin Ambrose
“promptly. “It-was a narrow squeak for him; but we _—
» pulled him through.’ “
. Violet Graham’s face went white,
tightly,
ay
and. her lips shut
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