"Just toss my clothes into the closet and draw up a chair...

There-thank you, Bruce, that will do--let her come along in now." And as Carrington quitted the room, Norton drew himself up on the pillows and faced the door.

"This is worth several beatings, Betty!" he exclaimed as she appeared on the threshold.

But much cotton and many bandages lent him a rather fearful aspect, and Betty paused with a little gasp of dismay.
"I'm lots better than I look, I expect," said Norton.

"Couldn't you arrange to come a little closer ?" he added, laughing.
He bent to kiss the hand she gave him, but groaned with the exertion.
Then he looked up into her face and saw her eyes swimming with tears.
"What--tears?
Tears for me, Betty ?" and he was much moved.
"It's a perfect outrage! Who did it, Charley ?" she asked.
"You sit down and I'll tell you all about it," said Norton happily.
"Now tell me, Charley!" when she had seated herself.
"Who fetched you, Betty--old Tom ?" "No, I came alone." "Well, it's mighty kind of you.