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Good God! She caught her skirts up in her hand and flen the steps

and out into the garden At the gate, under the lacey roof of locust

leaves, she stood o was it that he had rushed away? More than an hour Oh, no,

no; he could not have meant--! But all the sah of it" Under her breath she called his name

Silence She told herself distractedly that she was a fool, but

a ; he

would knohat to do

She was panting when she reached his gate, and after she had rung and

was beating upon the door with the pal

to the knob for support

"Oh co's

deliberate step on the oilcloth of the hall

"Where is Dr King?" she gasped, as the door opened; "I want Dr

King!"

Martha, in her astonishled by the dew and dust of the grass-fringed road, started back,