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"I hope not," he said; "I cannot tell as yet; the symptoms are like cholera infantum, of which I have several cases, but if taken in tier"

There was a low shriek and baby opened its heavy lids andher hand upon her heart as if the pain had entered there To Marian it was no news, for ever since the earlyover the little child, so suddenly stricken down, and looking by the laht burned in the far constantly over her darling, and even a Wilford's displeasure when he should hear what she had done and its possible result She did not believe as yet that her child would die; but she suffered acutely, watching for the early dahen Morris had said he would be there, and when at last he ca of him to stay, to leave his other patients and care only for baby

"Would that be right?" Morris asked, and Katy blushed for her selfishness when she heard howaround the his directions with Marian and then hurrying aithout a word of hope for the child, groorse so fast that when the night shut down again it lay upon a pillow, its blue eyes closed and its head thrown back, while its sadit in one's arms about the room, a task which Katy could not do

She had tried it once, refusing all their offers with the reply: "Baby is ave out, the li backward she cried: "Somebody must take her"

It was Marian ent forward, Marian, whose face was a puzzle as she took the infant in her stronger ar themselves upon the face of Wilford Cameron's child with a look which seemed to say: "Retribution, retribution"

But only when she rehter, was that word in her heart She could not harbor it when she glanced at the mother, and her lips moved in earnest prayer that, if possible, God would not leave her so desolate An hour later and Morris ca Marian of her burden which he carried in his own ar by the e motionless in a kind of dumb despair, all hope crushed out by his answer to her entreaties that he would tell her the truth, keeping nothing back