A real love-child." There she glanced nervously at the doctor; it was meet and proper and pious to speak well of the dead, but she felt she might be going rather far for a "good woman." "I'll try it," cried the young man in a resolute tone.

"It can't do any harm, and----" Without finishing his sentence he laid hold of the body by the ankles, swung it clear of the table.

As Nora saw it dangling head downwards like a dressed suckling pig on a butcher's hook she vented a scream and darted round the table to stop by main force this revolting desecration of the dead.

Stevens called out sternly: "Mind your business, Nora! Push the table against the wall and get out of the way.

I want all the room there is." "Oh, Doctor--for the blessed Jesus' sake----" "Push back that table!" Nora shrank before his fierce eyes.