Los Angeles herald., 1906-09-09

There, that will do, Peggy" now said Cor
don Heme; and he turned her photography
back to him. "No more foolishness"
! For perhaps five minutes he was busy enter
ing into an important brassbound register th'
trivial remarks of the more loquacious parents
Of that afternoon. He had already made notet
of them and now expanded the notes where il
seemed advisable.
Mrs. Marlborough ridiculous idea that hel
son B. II. is overworked His father and grand
father both suffered from brain affection"
He had heard the front door bell ring before
taking up the Marlborough case but thought
nothing about it. Now he was interrupted.
"W-whats that?" said Gordon Helme. ''You
must be mistaken, West The school numbers
are complete"
That's what I was to say, sir" explained the
maid, smiling.
What do you mean? What is his name? Is
he alone?"
"No, sir. His nurse, was to say, is with
him"
"Nurse"
ellis name is Master Johnson, sir, from Lon
dom"
Gordon Helme got up. He fancied he saw
what it meant There another preparatory
school like his in the neighborhood, only a fur
long away in fact-the district had long been
famous for these infant academies-and no doubt
Master johnson belonged to Mr. Carswicl<, his
rival
"I expect it is mistake,'' he said. Glow
ever, I'll see them"
West, the maid, secretly begged to differ
about it being a mistake.
My" Gordon Helme didn't say anything
more than that at first, when he had opened
the drawingroom door and beheld young John.
son and his nurse" He stood as If under a
SPELL while the nurse-she not at all
brown--smled and young Johnson stared. 1t
was the nurse herself who seemed more mas
ter of the situa tion.
eco to Mr. Helme, Bobby" she said, and
ask him if he will have you. Tell him you
have come all the way from India pur-"
But Godon Helme was himself again
my beloved Peggyl" he cried. And with
the most complete imaginable contempt for the
fortyffth two-legged little token, worth to him
ninetynine guneas per annum, without extras
he made for Johnson's nurse" and casped her
to him. He kissed her many times moreover;
nor on the cheeks only She couldn't speak for
his kisses.
Don't, dear Gordon!' she managed to say
at length, with wonderful smile ''I'm a
weakly vessel still. You don't know, dear, but
I've had bad time with cholera. Oh, an awful
bad time! Haven't I, Bobby"
"It's over now, anyhow, 1 guess" said the
boy, quite thoughtfully
"Choera, Peggy?" whispered Gordon Helme
holding her hand
How long was I in the hospital, Bobby"
asked Peggy
Cant remember" said the boy "but when
they put you on board the Rhodesia. folks said
you'd die for certain in the Red Sea-"
eyes" said Peggy, that's just what I felt
like But I've made miraculous recovery and
do let's sit down, Gordon, and I'll tell you
about it,"
Gordon Helme held Peggy's hand to his heart
ere he let it go. Then he pushed arrn-chair
towards the more sunshiny window, and raptur-
o,,cly watched her sink into IL
"'I can't believe it's you yet" he whispered
"Oh, it is Gordon, I assure you! And how
we'll you lookl But don't know about talking
before Bobby. Can you do with him here,
though? His father has married again; that's
how he comes to he with me- said if I lived