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"Well, wea tone as he could muster "Where is he? On this floor, I suppose?"

"Yes Next door One of the rooms which the artist used is furnished, more or less, as a bedroom, and it is fairly comfortable The other rooms--this and the ones downstairs--are almost empty except for a few chairs and a kind of bench we use for a table"

"I see" Anstice looked round the rooh stone walls, the ancient, uneven floor, uncovered by so lance returned to the large ;val setting

The room into which a moment later Iris showed him was of the same shape and size as the one they had just quitted; and boasted the second of the hichof the little garrison It was, however, roughly furnished, though it was evident that the Frenchman, for all his reputed wealth, had been no Sybarite by inclination The bed was of a cos scattered about on the scantily matted floor were of the most primitive description

As a room for an invalid the apartment certainly left much to be desired; but Anstice did not waste tis Hedown upon the man who lay thereon in silence

And as he looked at the wreck of the once gallant Bruce Cheniston, his heart sank within hi ibly for even an untrained eye to nificance

Cheniston asted to a shadow by fever and suffering Froard face his sunken eyes looked out with an expression of anguish which was surely nized his visitor, he was too weak to do more than move one fleshless hand an inch or tards Anstice by way of greeting

Hiding the shock Cheniston's appearance had given hiht, Anstice sat down beside the bed and took the painfully thin hand in his own

"Cheniston, I'ently, his eyes on the other's face the while "It was hard luck falling ill out here--but I've brought up several things froive you relief in no time"