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199 Winifred Power. Mr. Graham related the circumstances of the acquaintance: winding up with, “‘ And Ned likes her wonderfully.” Dr. Kenyon seemed about to say something special; but at this observation his expression changed. He hesitated for a moment, then took his leave. The following morning Gertrude was in the garden, when she heard her name called, and turning saw Dr. Kenyon at the wicket. She went forward to open it, looking by no means cordial. ‘ Edward is better,” she said, coldly. ‘‘T have not come to see Edward,” was the answer. He closed the gate behind him with the air of a man taking possession, and walked forward on the path. ‘‘ I came, in fact, to see you, Miss Dallas.” ‘* We?” Gertrude was profoundly astonished. He put his hand into his pocket and produced a number of the Times. ‘Would you mind looking at the second column of the supplement ?” tage She took it with a changing colour; turned to the place indicated, and read an accurate description of herself, coupled with the offer of a reward for information that might lead to her discovery. ‘Do you want to earn the money ?” she asked composedly, as she returned the paper. His face darkened a little at the sarcasm, but he replied quietly, ‘‘ My coming to you is a sufficient answer.” ‘“‘T should like to understand your object,” said Gertrude. He was silent fora little time, finding the challenge not easy to meet. He could not fe// her that he thought she was probably an adventuress, and that his duty had seemed to impose upon him the necessity of warning that unsuspicious hermit, Mr. Graham, against her. He had grave doubts about her always, especially when away from her; but in her presence they were generally mixed with a reluctant admiration that neutralised their influence. He had looked at her so often and so narrowly that every turn of her graceful head, every change in the expression of her eyes, the pretty mole on her cheek, the little tendrils of curling hair were familiar to him, and—as he now with some alarm discovered—they brought him a great deal of pleasure. ‘You are aware that Mr. Graham is my friend,” he said, gravely. “Tf he were a man who mixed with the world, or took ordinary precautions to—to ensure himself against certain mistakes, neither I nor anybody else would have the right to interfere in his affairs. But as it is ——” “But as it is you think you should play policeman for him?” interrupted Gertrude, with an ironical smile. ‘‘T confess that if you are here under false pretences, I should regard it as my duty to warn him,” was the steady reply. ‘‘T came here to read to Edward; to nurse him when suffering ; to amuse him when better ; to lighten and soothe, as much as may be, cComicbooksicom