For if I live I shall go to him tonight, and tell the whole story." The old man cast a single glance at his mistress, shrugged his shoulders, and, without a word, left the room.

But in ten minutes they were on their way to the county town.
Day was breaking over the distant Burnt Ridge--a faint, ghostly level, like a funeral pall, in the dim horizon--as they drew up before the gaunt, white-painted pile of the hospital building.

Josephine uttered a cry.

Dr.Duchesne's buggy was before the door.

On its very threshold they met the doctor, dark and irritated.