The Detroit times., 1910-01-03

Charles. stirring the insensible Seton
Dagmar with his foot.
Brown Is not to blame" muttered
the girl. Sir William ordered him
to make 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 I'll see my patient"
They disappeared, and /, 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 fro mthe house.
During the next few days the world
dealt kindly with our household. Sir
Williams strength very gradually i'm
proved; Marion relaxed little OF her
habitual sadness, and as for me, |
had never been 80 happy in my life.
spent my time between the sick room
nd 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 to appeal to her
imagination even more than my cease
less studied courtesies. And In this
behalf would remark my faith that
no woman. lives. howso preoccupied
with grief or other interests, who can
long remain impervious to persistent
ly considerate devotion. / often
caught her watching me with grave,
inquiring eyes. On such occasions IL
was I, not she, who exhibited confu-
sion. could not act to her. Some
times feeling her power, | grew quite
terrified. Did she study me? / 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 won't. The room adjoining his |
had converted from a dressing cham
Der into bouroir for Marion's con-
venience. There 1t was found her,
replying to the summons of her bell.
She pointed to chair. "Will you
not talk to me a 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 I could not reply. dared not
even look at her.
ct have been thinking, Brown. that
YOU were not born a servant she
said quietly. will you tell me IL
guessed aright?"
No prescience warned me OF a snare
Had any other woman asked me such
question I should have smiled and
lied. But Marion questioned, and
answered from my heart.
MY father was gentleman by
birth. madam"
All" she sighed "He met with
some unhappiness. no doubt?'
"He lies In 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 ut length she fixed heI
eyes upon my face and said: You
have a foreign air monsieur. Is II
possible that your father was my
couiitryman?"
"He had not that honor. made
moiselle,'
She gave a little frown. And yet
your name Hume-that | think you
said It might be French?'
mo. mademoIselle; but my mother
was a Parlsienne.
She nodded her head, and. hall
closing her eyes. she began In a low
voice OF melting sweetness TO hum
4 TO the tune OF famous little chan
sonette.
4 or a sudden she stopped. and, lean
hing forward gave me look which
lseemed 10 reveal a longing to be
&omforted. a,
"Ah. sir" she said In French.
lee Won have a heart that might VI
Hrate TO woman's tears. And yet
i nu canot know how SAD am,
Hbw very, very miserable
(There are times when passion oi
II senate anger seizes me to look back