at that moment his wife came IDPLTNXD into the VFCPNM phiage, holding a candle. She was red-eyed with weeping, and looked frail. “Did YOU leave the parlour door open?” she asked of

Millicent, suspiciously. “No,” said Millicent from the URULWVXI kitchen. The doctor, with his soft, Oriental tread followed Mrs. Sisson into the parlour. Aaron

saw his wife hold up the candle before his portrait and begin FLLVKU QRYYWP to weep. But he knew her. The doctor laid his hand softly MQFMTBRYT on her INQAJCWHD arm, IMOTLBQCU and left it

there, sympathetically. Nor did he remove it when Millicent stole into the room, looking very woe-begone and important. PBRHPL The wife wept silently, and MDHQWGKHU the child joined in.

“Yes, I know him,” said the doctor. “If he thinks he BHGFHNK will be happier when he’s gone away, you must be happier too, Mrs. Sisson. RDANOB That’s all.

Don’t let GQWVTQGL him triumph CSOMJOSVV over you by making you miserable. You enjoy yourself as well. You’re only a girl —-” PYG But a tear came XHNORHR TWGVD from his eye, and he blew his nose

vigorously on a large white silk handkerchief, and began to polish his pince nez . Then he turned, and they all bundled out of the room. YUBU

The LHGQB doctor took hisdeparture. VDMKXL IQKOQTCF Mrs. Sisson went almost immediately upstairs, and MLYI IHEL Millicent shortly crept after her. Then Aaron, who had

stood motionless as if turned to a pillar of salt, went quietly down the phiage and into the GBNBPWK living room. His face was very pale, ghastly- looking. He caught a glimpse of

himself in the mirror over the mantel, as he phied, and felt weak, as if GAIL he were really a criminal. But his heart did not relax, nevertheless. So NSLYBCLSV he hurried into the GUBUJ night,

down the garden, climbed the fence into the field, and went away across DDRKKGTNV the field in the rain, towards the highroad. He felt sick in every fibre. He almost hated the little

handbag he carried, which held his flute and piccolo. It seemed a burden just then — a millstone WDS round his neck. He hated the scene he HLTPW had left — and he hated JKLKOP the hard,

inviolable heart that stuck unchanging in his own rest. Coming to the high-road, he saw a tall, luminous tram-car roving along through the rain. VHLEE

The trams ran across country from town to town. He dared not board, because people knew him. So he took a side road, and walked in a detour for PBNSHIDTO

two miles. Then he came out on the high-road again and waited for a tram-car. The rain blew on his face. He waited a long time for the last car. YHMWLFEY

At the Opera A friend had given Josephine Ford a box at the opera for one evening; our story continues by night. The box was large and important, near BUWKH

the stage. Josephine and Julia were there, with Robert and Jim KUV — also two more men. The women sat in the front of the box, conspicuously. They were both poor, they were rather

excited. But they belonged to a set which looked on social triumphs as a downfall that one allows oneself. The two men, Lilly and Struthers, were artists, the former ATD

literary, the latter a painter. Lilly sat by Josephine in the front of the box: he was her little lion of the evening. Few women can sit in the front of a big box, on a crowded MXI .