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Over Cheniston's face flitted the ghost of a save Anstice a fresh shock, so thready and devoid of all tone was it

"Thanks--very much--Anstice" He spoke sloith spaces between the words "I' out--but I can't bear--to think--of Iris"

He stopped, quite exhausted by the effort of speech; and Anstice, more moved than he cared to show, laid the thin hand back on the bed, and took his patient's te still lower as he read the therht, he could not rid himself of a fear that Bruce Cheniston's earthly race was ran; and catching sight of Iris' face as she stood on the opposite side of the bed, he felt, with a quick certainty, that she too realized that only by a our to which his young manhood surely entitled him

"Come, Cheniston," he said presently, in answer to Bruce's last words, "youout You have been bad, I can see that, but you know dozens of travellers in Egypt enjoy a taste of enteric and co polluted water, I understand?"

"Yes" Bruce sardly, onceater ever since I caht--for--trusting an Arab--I suppose"

His voice died weakly away; and Anstice gently bade hi yourself," he said, for he could see the other's stock of strength was lamentably small "Lie still and allow me to talk over affairs with Mrs Cheniston--ill put our heads together and evolve some plan for your benefit" He hardly knehat he said, so filled was his heart with a pity in which now there was no faintest tinge of resentain which this man had once driven with him

With a sigh Cheniston closed his eyes, and appeared to relapse once more into a kind of stupor; and when, in obedience to a silent gesture, Iris withdrew to the , Anstice joined her there immediately

Such remedies as yet reh he told himself fiercely that if rave he should assuredly be saved, he experienced that hopeless feeling which all who gaze in the very face of death know only too well; and he did not dare to meet Iris' eyes as he conversed with her in a carefully-lowered tone