The Detroit times., 1910-01-03

Charles. stirring the insensible Seton
Dagmar with his foot.
Brown is not to blame" mutter-
ed the girl Sir William ordered him
TO make Dagmar leave the house. He
he had forced his way into the sick
room"
Sir Charles remarked indifferently
enough. Garry the BLACKBOARD down.
stairs. Brown. Now. Marion by your
leave III see my patient"
They disappeared. and I. STOPPING.
lifted young Dagmar In my arms and
carried him below. When he recov-
cred he gave me look OF murderous
malignity. Ten minutes later he de-
parted from the house.
During the next few days the world
dealt kindly with our household. Sir
Williams strength very gradually i'm
proved; Marion relaxed a little Of her
habitual sadness, and as for me,
had never been so happy in my life.
| | spent my time between the sick room
and the pantry. relieving Marion OF
every trouble that / could, and wait
ing on her with the noiseless patience
of shadow. In this was wise. with
out other intention than to please her
My silence began 10 appeal TO her
Imagination even more than my cease
less studied courtesies. And in this
behalf I would remark my faith that
no woman lives, howso preoccupied
with grief or other interests. who can
' long remain impervious TO persistent
" considerable devotion. | often
caught her watching me with grave,
inquiring eyes. On such occasions IL
was l. not she, who exhibited confu-
sion could not act to her. Some
times feeling her power. grew quite
terrified. Did she study me? I won
dered. and what was her opinion. l
was soon TO know
One evening Sir william dropped
into a deep slumber far sooner than
his wont. The room adjoining his [
had converted from a dressing cham
Der into a boudoir for Marion's con-
yenience. There IL was / found her.
replying to the summons OF her bell.
She pointed TO chair. will you
not talk to me while?' she asked.
II feel lonely tonight"
felt my face burn as bowed and
sat down--upon her bidding. | could
hardly credit my good fortune, ana |
lacked breath TO reply.
"You have been very good to me"
she murmured. why was H..
Brown"
Still could not reply. I dared not
even look at her.
81 have been thinking, Brown. that
you were not born servant" she
said quietly. Twill you tell me IL I
guessed aright?"
No prescience warned me Of snare.
Had any other woman asked me such
question should have smiled and
lied. But Marion questioned, and I
answered from my heart.
my father was a gentleman by
birth. madam"
"Ah," she sighed "He met with
some unhappiness. no doubt?'
HE lies I'm a pauper's grave"
"And you are educated, for / have
marked your speech
my father did his best for me.
madam
She sighed again. and for time
was silent, but at length she fixed her
eyes upon my face and said: You
have a foreign air monsieur. Is II
possible that your father was my
countrymaD?
"He had not that honor. made
moiselle."
She gave a little frown. and yet
your name--IIume / >think you
said-it might be French"
mo, mademoiselle; but my mother
was a Parislennc."
She nodded her head. and, half
closing her eyes. she began In a low
voice of melting sweetness to hum
TO the tune of a famous little chan
sonette.
OF a sudden she stopped, and, lean
ing forward. gave me look which
seemed TO reveal longing to be
comforted.
"Ah. sir" she said in French. Il
see you have heart that might vi
brate to woman's tears. And yet
Won cannot know how sad / am,
how very, very miserable!"
There are times when passion OF
insensate anger selves me to look back
upon my folly. All. womans wiles,
woman's wiles, But / was blind.
blind! Pierced to the very nbres Of