While your daughter remains under your roof, I shall not visit you again." Dora's father knew the young man was right.
"Let me see the little ones sometimes," continued Ralph; "and if large parcels of toys and books find their way to the Elms, you will know who sent them.

But I must not come in Dora's way; she is no loner Dora Thorne." As Stephen watched the young man walking quickly through the long gray fields, he wished that Dora had never seen Ronald Earle.
Poor Dora's troubles were not yet ended.

When the warm August sun peeped into her room on the following morning, she did not see it shine; when the children crept to her side and called for mamma, she was deaf to their little voices.

The tired head tossed wearily to and fro, the burning eyes would not close.

A raging fever had her in its fierce clutches.