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Helen's roo out

upon the pike and across the fields beyond "Please don't light the laone upstairs "I don't need a light"

Miss Briscoe was flitting about the roo for matches In the

darkness she cae hand on Helen's

eyes, and the hand became wet She drew Helen's head down on her shoulder

and sat beside her on the bed

"Sweetheart, you mustn't fret," she soothed, in ht It isn't your fault, dear They wouldn't

coht like this"

But Helen dreay and went to the , flattening her arainst her aro alone She had forgotten the danger that always beset hiht of nothing She had let

hio into that, and into the storm, alone Who knew better than she how

cruel they were? She had seen the fire leap from the white blossom and

heard the ball whistle, the ball they had reat heart She had run to hio

into the unknown and the storht? But how could she have stopped

him? How could she have kept hih distorting tears