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He might have afforded at least one glance at the girl, for she was extremely pretty. Still another report in Marion was to the effect that he had selected Kate Kilgour as his secretary as the final artistic touch to the beauty of his private office in order that he might have a perfect ensemble.

It isn't rolling up your eyes and folding your hands and saying, 'What can I do? It's saying, 'I'll do what I can! and then keeping your hands busy!" Mr. Richard Dodd came wooing. He waited in his gray car at the curb in front of the First National Bank block until Kate Kilgour issued forth into the afternoon sunshine. He called to her, holding open the side door.

He had long conversations with Miss Kilgour, and made her describe over and over Sophy's despairing look and manner the morning she ran away. For the poor woman found a sort of comfort in blaming herself and in receiving meekly the hard words Archie could give her. He visited Mrs.

You have been good to me, except when you were foolish." "Foolishness that's what she calls being so much in love with her that I can't keep my hands off her," said Dodd to the mother. "Mother Kilgour, you haven't talked to Kate as you should. She doesn't know what love is."

She shrank away from him, for his aspect was not reassuring. "You know she has given up her work she is " "I know all about it, Mrs. Kilgour. But I want to ask you whether she has given up her work in order to marry me at once?" "Why, I She said I think it will come about all right, Dicky." She was pitifully unnerved. "Have you told her why she must marry me?"

"You haven't any stocks, Mrs. Kilgour." "No," she whispered, his eyes dominating her. "What did you do with that money I loaned you?" "I paid a debt." "What debt? Answer! This thing must be cleared up now!" She began to weep. "No more hysterics, Mrs. Kilgour. We are now down to cases. Something bad will happen if you don't confide in me."

The girl had always been petted, and yet discontented with her situation; and had often made complaints which had no real foundation, and which in brighter moods she was likely to repudiate. And this night Andrew, instead of her Aunt Kilgour, was the object of her dissatisfaction that would be all.

So the next morning she went very early to call on Griselda Kilgour. Griselda had not seen her niece for some time, and she was shocked at the change in her appearance, indeed, she could hardly refrain the exclamations of pity and fear that flew to her lips. "Send the carriage to the Queens Arms," she said, "and stay with me all day, Sophy, my dear." "Very well, Aunt, I am tired enough.

Sophy had turned suddenly sulky and made no reply, and Miss Kilgour continued: "It is her way always, when she has been to your house, Christina. Whatever do you say to her? Is there anything agec between Andrew and herself? Last week and the week before, she came back from Pittendurie in a temper no saint could live with." "I'm so miserable. Aunt. I am miserable every hour of my life."

Through the whole of the previous stages Nelly Kilgour had passed; and she had now arrived at this important question, which, as has been just said, is the last a woman can put to herself.