The Washington times., 1912-11-15
THE WASHINGTON TINES FRIDAY, NOVEMBER Is, 1912.

Nurse has been reading me the mar
riage service" said the girl. with
quaint mixture of pride and difhdence.
II know all about II now; / don't think
I'll forget again"
"of course not. And now that you
have seen your, husband. do you find
that YOU remember him at all?"
yes. q little. I know that l. have
dressing Cyril.
"I gather from your manner that you
don't exactly dislike him. do your"
asked the doctor, with an attempt at
levity. Your husband is 80 modest mat
he Is afraid to remain In your presence
point"
Il love him very much" was her as
founding answer.
Cyrils heart gave a bound Did sho
realize what she had said? She certain-
ly showed no trace OF embarrassment,
and. although her eyes clung persistent
simplicity was absolutely disarming.
Very. good; very good; quite as II
should be-" exclaimed the doctor, EVIL
IDENTIFY little abashed b. the franknrss
OF the girls reply. THAT being the
case, I will leave you two together to
I be very remote. ] am sure. however.
that when I see you again you will be
as full OF "reminiscences as an octo-
/ generian." chuckled the doctor. as he
| left the room.
Cyril and the girl we're alone.
| An armchair had been placed near the
bed. obviously for his reception. and
| after IA moments hesitation he took II.
The girl did not speak. but continued to
look at him unflinchingly. Cyril fan
| cied she regarded him with something
Of the unauestioning reverence small
| child might have for beloved parent.
His eyes sank before hers. Never had
! he felt 80 unworthy-so positively guilty.
He racked his brains for something 70
| say, but the doctors restrictions seemed
to bar every topic which susgested IT.
self to him. II he only knew who she
was! He glanced at her furtively. In
| the dim light OF the shaded lamp he had
not noticed that what he had supposed
| was her hair was in reality a piece OF
what are you wearing that bandags
| for ?" he inquired eagerly. Was your
head hurt-my dear"' he added diff.
IDENTIFY.
"No-I-I-hope you won't be angry.
help i IT, .b,, ! really al y. had to cut it Of"
| my hair" She hung her head as a
naughty child might have done.
! you cut OF your hair?'' But why"
! His voice sounded suddenly harsh.
Strange that her first act had been tc
destroy one OF the few things by which
she could be Identified: Was she as IN,
nocent as she seemed2 Had she fooled
, them all, even the doctor? This amnesia
or whatever II was called. was II real
was II assumed? lie wondered.
"Oh! husband know II was wrong
but when | woke up and couldn't re-
member anything | was so frightened
| and then nurse brought me "A look Ing
oh! II was 80 lonely without even my
| self. And then nurse said II was my
hair. She said 1t sometimes happened
| when people have had a great shock ol
| and pn-I made her cut A
on. She didn't want tot wasn't hel
fault made her do it,"
But what had happened to your
hair"
It," The girl shuddered. "Oh, It was
horrld! ! am sure you would not have
liked It,"
cyril looking into her limpid eyes
felt his sudden suspicious unworthy oi
him.
! You must grow nice new crop OF
I black curls II you want TO appease me-
he answered.
"Oh, do you like black hair?" her dis
appointment was obvious.
Yes; don't you? Your hair was blacI
before your Illness.
Il know It was-but hate It! At al
events as long as | must wear wig
should like to have a nice yellow one
nurse tells me | can get them quite
easily"
Dear me, But don't think a wii
| nice at all
Don't YOU" Her mouth dropped a
the corners-she seemed on the verge o
tears.
what an extraordinary child! h
thought. But she mustn't cry. anything
rather than that.
My dear II YOU want a wig you shal
have one Immediately. Tell your nurs
to send to the nearest hairdresser fo
an assortment from which you cal
make your choice"
oh! thank you, thank you!' sh
cried clapping her hands.
Her hands! cyril had forgotten then
for the moment, and II was through
them that he had hoped to establish
her identity. He looked at them search
ingly. No ring encircled the wedding
finger, nor did It show the depression
which the constant wearing OF one in
variabiy leaves. The girl was evidentl,
unmarried.
Those long, slender, well-kept hand
certainly did not look as II they coul'
belong to servant. but he reflected
that a seamstress's work was not OF
nature to spoil them. Only the forehngr
OF her left hand would probably bea
traces of need lie pricks. He leane'
eagerly forward.
A Continuation of This Story Wi
be Found In TomorrOw's
Issue of The Times.