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934 WEAKER THAN A WOMAN. more, I assure you. Lonsdale, send for your father. I want to see him; he has always been kind to me, in his way. He will see at once there is nothing the matter; send for him.” Felix left the room at once, and sent Martin off for his father. He asked if the carriage had returned with Mrs. Haye, and was told that it had not. He went back to the room, and found Violet kneeling by her husband’s side. Her head, with the golden hair all unfastened, was on the pillow, and she was trying to reason with him. CHAPTER XLII. THIRTY THOUSAND A YEAR. At one o’clock in the morning Darcy Lonsdale reached Garswood. He had no words in which to express his sur- prise and dismay on hearing of Sir Owen’s accident. He had returned home on the previous evening from London, and a few hours afterward received the summons to Gars- wood. He went direct to Sir Owen’s room, and was startled by the loud cry with which the dying man received him. ‘Come here, Darcy,” said Sir Owen. “You have more sense than all the doctors put together. Do I look like a dying man?” “You look better than I expected to find you,” answered Mr. Lonsdale. “Yet they say Iam dying. They say my spine is injured. I am talking to you now, yet they say when the sun rises I shall be dead. Itis absurd—say it is absurd, Lonsdale.” Mr. Lonsdale looked down with infinite pity on the face that was almost convulsed with terror. “Tam afraid,” he said, “that you have heard the. truth. It would be cruel to give you one false hope. It is time for you to make your peace with Heaven.” Sir Owen turned his agonized face to his wife. “Oh, Violet, they are all against me, my dear, but you. You do not believe it, do you? You are kinder, and you care more forme. What is my life to them? Tell me—do you beiieve that I am going to die?” She whispered her answer. No one heard it but himself, — and with a wild cry he turned away his face. “They are all alike. They want me to die. They will not let me live.” he exclaimed. Doctor Brown stopped his wild raving by telling him that the quieter he was the longer he would live. The ‘-comicboo S.com a at : > ats k