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68 Ways and Means. her. Lying here in the darkness Dorothy blushed hotly as she recalled her own foolishness in letting her thoughts dwell for awhile upon a man of whom she knew nothing at all but what his own bare word afforded her, and who, in all probability, she told herself as she dismissed Mr. Aylmer Read from her mind, had in his own time and fashion broken the hearts of such girls as were silly enough to believe in him. “But not mine!” she whispered to herself fiercely through her clenched teeth. “No man shall break my - heart, please heaven!” The character of Artemis was one Dorothy believed ~ congenial to her, and strove to emulate, although Nature -had cast her in far too womanly and impulsive a mold to enable her to play the part. She could hardly lie still in her bed, so hotly did her blood boil with fury against the destroyer of her sister’s peace. Her imagination, always vivid, pictured the poetic appearance which had first caught Phyllis’ attention. In the air before her she seemed to see Sergius Trevelyan’s large eyes, long lashes, curly, black hair and mustache, and graceful figure. She —even fancied, so strong was her ecstacy of hate, that she could hear that melodious voice which had so charmed her sister’s ears, reading aloud selections from his favor- ite poets, and becoming maudlin and sentimental under the combined misfortunes of an empty whisky bottle and the decline of love. “Miserable snake! I wishI could kill him! My poor, poor girl!’ Tears gushed from her eyes and rained down her face as she recalled her sister’s former dimpled prettiness of the true fascinating order, alluring in the audacious co- quetry of perfect innocence. That a man should crush so sweet a flower for his evil pleasure produced in Dorothy’s mind a temporary feeling of hostility against all men. To Eomichbooksnco