Lady Anne called him, and desired to have the words of this song. They were a mixture of English and of his native language; they described in the strongest manner what had been his feelings whilst he was under the terror of Mrs.

He had the good sense to appreciate his own lack of experience, and thereby earned the respect and confidence of the old practitioner. It was quite natural that he and Anne should come in contact with each other. They met in the sick-room, in the drawing-room, and frequently at table.

Then to have seen him in the hospital, helpless, seemingly beyond any noticeable influence of her presence, stirred in her a kind of maternal jealousy. Straightway she visited Anne Marshall, who kissed her, held her at arms' length, saw the soft rose glow in her face, and spoke to the point, albeit in parables. Dr. Marshall had been very poor a doctor in the slums just before they were married.

She sent her telegram back again as it was, word for word, but this time it was signed, "Sister Anne." In an hour the answer came: "Sister Anne is the person to whom I refer. She is dead." Sam was not altogether at ease at the outcome of his adventure. It was not in his nature to be rude certainly not to a woman, especially not to the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

The noise continued: all the children seemed to be fighting together. Anne went forward and drew her own two out of the fray. "Pray send those two screamers to the nursery, Lady Hartledon," cried the dowager. "I cannot think why they are allowed in the drawing-room at all," said Lady Margaret, addressing no one in particular, unless it was the ceiling.

That she might be reprimanded for overstaying her vacation either did not occur to her, or else the possibility held no terror for her. The instant the door of Wayne Hall closed behind her Grace darted to the house bulletin board. In it was a letter for Anne, one for Elfreda and two for herself.

She turned in the act, and saw him; with a startled cry she put none too soon the table between them. They faced one another across it, he flushed, eager, with love in his eyes, and on his lips; she blushing but not ashamed, her new-found joy in her eyes, and in the pose of her head. "Anne!" he cried. "I know now! I know! I have seen and you cannot deceive me!"

Mrs. Anne Gorsuch, whose husband, a Royalist, was pursued and killed in England, brought seven of her children to Virginia, but on returning to see to her affairs there, died. The children remained and established families in Virginia and Maryland.

Jerome was disappointed, but he kept his head and went on courting Anne just the same; that is he went over to Esek Stockard's house every Saturday night and spent the evening, he walked home with Anne from prayer meeting and singing school and parties when she would let him, and asked her to go to all the concerts and socials and quilting frolics that came off.

Ruby slipped her arm about Anne's waist with a shallow little laugh. But just for a moment their eyes met, and, behind all the luster of Ruby's, Anne saw something that made her heart ache. "Come up often, won't you, Anne?" whispered Ruby. "Come alone I want you." "Are you feeling quite well, Ruby?" "Me! Why, I'm perfectly well. I never felt better in my life.