The Washington times., 1912-11-16
CHAPTER IX.-(Continued.)
<<vvy HAT ate sou looking at?"
w AT your hands. my


w AT your hands. my
dear" lie tried to speak
lightly.
What is the matter with thcm?" She
held them out for his inspection Yes.
1t was as he had expected-her foreiin-
ger was rough. She was Priscilla Prem
tice! Everything had forewarned him OF
this conclusion. yet in his heart OF
hearts he ha dnot believed 1t possible
TIL this moment
Don't you like my hands," she asked
as she regarded them with anxious
scrutiny. evidently trying to discover
why they had failed to find favor in the
sight OF her lord.
They are" He checked himself:
he almost added-the prettiest hands
In the world. But he mustn't say such
things to her-not under the cirCum-
stances.
They are very pretty, only YOU have
sewed 30 much that you have quite
spoiled one little finger"
"Sewed?" She seemed struck with the
idea: "sewIr l should like to sew
Further proof of her identity If he
| needed It!
We'll, you must get nurse to find YOU
| something on which to exercise your
! talents-only you must be careful not to
| prick yourself 80 much In future.
II will try, husband" she answered
meekly, as she gazed solemnly at the Of
| Tending finger.
There was another pause.
DO tell me something about my past
| life." sa.d she. Il have been lying her,
wondering and wondering"
What do you want to know?"
Everything. In the first place, arc
| my parents living. Oh. l hope so"'
Here was a poser. Cyril mad no idea
| whether her parents were alive or not
| but even II tney were II would DE I'M
possible to communicate with them fol
| the present, 30 he had better set heI
mind ut rest by denying their existence
and you have neither brothers nor sis
ters." ne added hastily. 1t was Just IA
well to put "a final stop to questions al
| to her family.
| Nobody Of my own-nobody?"
"Nonody." he reiterated-but he fell
Have l any children?" was her mex
question.
Cyril started perceptibly.
| Mono, certainly not; he was 81
embarrassed that he spoke quite
ON, are you glad?" She stared a
him in amazement. and to his DISCUS
cyril felt himself turniS crimson:
| NOW, L III SOTTy, "iNi
a soft righ. Il wish l had baby,
remember about babies"
II like them. too" lac fastened t
| assure her. Really, this was even wors
| than he had expected.
How long have We been married?
| she demanded.
Il have been married four years, h
| truthfully answered, hoping that thi
statement would satisfy her.
Fancy! We have been living to
gether four years! Isn't 1t awful tina
can only remember you the very
weeniest little bit! But ! will love
honor and obey you-now that know
| will indeed"
Il am sure you will always do wha
IL right" said Cyril with a suddeI
tightening of his throat. She looked 81
young. 80 innocent, so serious on! |
| only-bah! Don't waste too much low
on me-l'm an unworthy beggar n
said aloud.
You are an unworthy husband? on
She opened her eyes wide and stared a
| him in CONSERVATION. But II doesn'
| say anything in the prayer-pook abou
not loving unworthy husbands. don
| believe II makes any difference to tn,
vow before God. Besides. you don't looi
unworthy. Are you sure you areT' sh
| pleaded.
Cyrils eyes fell before her agonize'
gaze.
IN try to be worthy of YOU" III
| stammered.
worthy OF me? she cried. with
gay little laugh. I'm too silly anS