always had it, but this was worse-and Mrs. Moody cam

doctor, and he's awful bad. Blames you, t

ke clam chowder for supper, and that's what's the matter with him. He's going o

ster married a man who went on a terrible bat twice a year, and all the rest of the time he was humble and affable trying to make up for it. And sometimes she thought if Mr. Moody would only take a little whisky when he had these attacks

was sitting up in bed with his knees drawn up

oman," he said to me

dyi

them when they get to the water-bottle stage. "The pharmacy clerk's gon

e," begged Mrs. Moody, reme

d a fresh pain just then and stopped, clutching up the bottle. "B

sky from the pharmacy, with a drop of peppermint in it, if he cou

ittle, "and I'm not going out there in my bedroom slippers, Mr. Moody. I

n to work. If you have ever seen a fat woman, in a short red kimono ho

"It would be too awful. If you are

at's all. Plain water would do well enough. There's a lot of peop

d started. It was when I was in the pharmacy looking for the peppermint that I first no

he time Mrs. Moody's stockings were up to their knees. The wind was blowing hard, and when I rounded the corner of the house my lantern went out. I stood there in the stor

he light was coming from the windows. Somebody was

d out through the snow on a half run. By the bridge over Hope Springs Creek I slipped and fell, and I heard the pitcher smash to bits on the ice below. But as soo

of the windows, wading in deep snow to get there-and if you have ever done that

nd for a pillow. And stretched on that with her long sealskin coat laid over her was Dorothy Jennings, Miss Patty's younger sister! She was alone, as far as I cou

?" he said, coming over

ys she, glancing up under her l

, stooping over her. "What

Dicky Carter and that I had an extra one on my hands. The minute I looked at this one I knew that nobody but a blind ma

the row of chairs, and Miss Dorothy-Mrs. Dicky, o

pantry," he said, "but she must be growing sti

ngry when I have yo

t a man feels like a fool with his hair rumpled, and I can tell the degree of a woman's experience by the way she lets his top hair alone-a

in, and there was a grand upsetting of the sealskin coat and my shepherd's plaid shawl. Mr. Dick

Minnie herself; Minnie, the guardian angel! The spir

as a pretty little thing, not so beautiful

said. "Of course I remember-why you are h

my bedroom slippers of snow. Then

at. If you two children meant to come,

wire fence into the deer park at five minutes to twelve. The

enough. "I wouldn't live through another

came here. I don't mind saying that my wife's people don't know about this yet, and we're going to lay low

haven't I? But that's all over, Minnie. I've got an incentive now, and it's 'st

team before the fire. "I'm going to buy out Timmon's candy stor

e corking good ideas." He put his hands in his pockets and strutted up and down. "It's the day of advertising, you know, Minnie," he said. "You've got to ha

f things got too quiet that would wake them up a bit,

way with women; they're always theatrical. But what's the matter with a captive balloon, and letting fresh-air cra

should turn over and fall out of bed! It

all sorts of ideas. Dick-Mr. Carter has le

!" he b

o read to the old ladie

in. "Perhaps it would be better to give the

been here so long. You know," he said to his wife, "when I was a little shaver I thought Minnie had webbed-feet-she was always on

light-hearted

. Dick. "She got your letter to-day-yesterday

mantelpiece to hold herself. "Not Pat!"

had been making a round of visits in the Christmas holidays, and instead of going back to school she'd sent a forged excuse and got a month o

ick. "Old-I mean Mr. Jennings is-is not

ll it," put in Mr.

with Dorothy when I haven't a penny as m

asked you to marry me, and now the

suddenly overpowered her and she put her yello

"I wrote to Pat,-why doesn't Pat t

w, and where I go you go. My country is your country, and

on her fur coat, and her jaw was set.

oing?" he asked,

rst train, it doesn't matter where to." She picked up

aid of your father: I'd as soon as not go in and wake him now and tell him the whole thing-tha

. She put down her muff. "Don't tell him to-night, anyhow. Maybe Pat w

break another Richard Carter to the

he was asleep now at the house. They roared. To save my life I couldn't see that it was funny. But when I came to the part about Thoburn being there, and his having had a

een you and Sam, you've got things in a lovely mes

an get Mr. Pierce out-Lord knows he'll be glad to go-and Miss Dorothy can go b

go away; I'll not stand in your way, Dicky." She took

ut his arm around her, "I won't be separated f

. "And I'm not responsible for y

o help us out,

erly. "If you expect me to suggest that you both go

?" asked

asn't going to have any more deception: I had enough already. And after a while they saw it as I did, and agreed to wait and see Miss Patty

e'll be Miss Cobb at nine o'clock, and t

gested Mr. Dick, looking me square in the eye. (I took the hi

rabbit bunted into me head on, and would have scared me into a chill if I hadn't been shaking already. The two behind me were cheerful enough. Mr. Dick pointed out the general direction of the deer park which hides the shelter-house from the sanatori

usy with costumes and getting some folks they knew from town to take the different parts and they never e

. There were two rooms, and Mr. Dick had always used the back one to hide in. It's a good thing Mrs. Dick was not a suspicious person. Many a woman would have wondered when she saw him lift a board in the floor and take out a rusty tin basin, a cake of soap, a moldy

r. Dick's walking-stick. Mrs. Dick made me put on her sealskin coat, and I took the lantern, leaving them in the

down the hill to the house, and just before I got to the corner I heard voices, and the shuffling of feet through the snow. The next instant

" the bishop was saying an

an was able to take care of herself-" And the

ressing-gown blowing out straight behind him in th

an't I go out to my own spring-house withou

think I may say that you might go almost anywhere without my t

I'd forgotte

ead down, in the spring," Mr. Pierce said in his pl

turned me toward th

d after me, disagreeably, "Mr. Moody has not died. He

tairs. Mrs. Moody had been crying, and Miss Cobb was feeding her the whisky I had left, with a teaspoon

the thought! Blood on my soul! Why, Minnie Wa