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hot and flushed and feverish, with a
racking pain over her temples and quite
unable to rise; and before evening she
was delirious.
Bob," said aunt Mary, as she came
out of her neice's bedroom, with a
troubled face, and went down into the
passage where the landlady's red headed
son was playing marbles, -" 1 want you
to go to DIR. Caffery's and ask him to
come here as quick as possible. Don't
delay moment Bob, for it may be
matter of life or DEATH"
eyes," said Bob, stolidly, and away
he went.
els the doctor in ?" demanded. Bob of
the assistant at DR.. Caffery's.
No, he aint,' said the Gannymede
of medicine.
"When'll he be in ~
"Don't know" was the listless reply.
Bob wasted no more time in useless
inquiry, but set off for some other
doctor.
eff it's really a matter of life and
DEATH" thought sensible Bob, sit don't
make any difference what doctor they
have"
So it happened that young DR.. Aymer
who had just returned home from visit
ing patient, found himself confronted
by small red-headed boy.
Please to come directly sir, to No. 10
Dukes court" cried our Master Bob,
exaggerating somewhat on his literal
orders. "It's a case of life and DEATH"
Mrs. Wintringham had sent Josephine
Moore away in order that she might be
effectually out of DIR. Aymer's path
but fate and Mrs. Wintringham were
marshaled on opposite sides this time,
and that rising young physician walked
into Josie's sick room quite unconscious
whom he was to behold.
George Aymer started little when he
looked into the dark brown eyes; but
Josie smiled up in his face.
1T wasn't my fault" she said, inno-
Gently. I" never dreamed of offending
Mrs. Wintringham, but it was wrong,
very wrong of her to turn me out of
DOORS"
"You see she is delirious," exclaimed
Aunt Mary.
EYES," said DR.. Aymer, in faltering
voice, " see."
So while Miss Octavia Wintringham
lounnal n, fba hanIoop,a Il ra uy;,,c, moon,
dressed in silk attire, watching the gild-
ed hands of the clock, and wondering
why the expected did not come, DR..
Aymer was sitting by Josephine Moore's
bedside, counting the rapid pulsing of
her slender wrist, and thinking that he
had never seen anything 80 beautiful
as her pure, oval face and lovely hazel
eyes.
$50 you think am really cured, doc
tor ?" said the fair convalescent.
Josephine was sitting up in Aunt
Mary's easiest chair, dressed in a loose
wrapper, with her brown hair netted
back from her face.
"Yes," said the handsome young
physician, "as we say of our hospital
cases, think 1 may mark you down as
discharged cured do not think it
necessary for me to pay any more visits
here, unless"
Josephine blushed deeply.
81 am afraid, Doctor" she faltered,
glancing at Aunt Mary, who looked
equally distressed, "that I-that we shall
not be able to-to-hand you your fees
just yet"
81 was not thinking of my fees,"
observed DIR. Aymer.
But we must think of it, said JOSE
phine.
'And you won't let me come any
more as DOCTOR"
Josephine looked pained.
If our means" she began.
What nonsense ~ laughingly inter-
rupted the doctor. "I see L shall have
to be more explicit. May L come, then,
as your suitor as your future husband 2
Will that do, Josie z"
The soft pink fiushes chased away the
paleness of tho young girls cheeks.
"Dr. Aymerl"
Yes, Miss Josephine Moorel''
"Do you really"
81 do really love You ?" exclaimed the
young doctor, fervently.
But Miss Octayia Wintringham--
what will she sayY"
"What has Miss Octavia Wintring-