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 *tion, the eternal enigma—which has caused, and will forever cause, to doubt, hesitate and tremble, all the intelligence, the philosophy, and religion of humanity.

All his soul was in his eyes; Eve, Pandora, Cleopatra, Phyrne, passed before his imagination and said: "Do you understand, now?" and he answered: "Yes, I understand."—Robert was safe at home and was now sleeping quietly, so Marrion thought he had done his duty.

"I shall leave you now, Mrs. Milburn; he will be all right when he has had his sleep out."

"Oh, do not leave us, what shall I do without you?" she pleaded in child-fashion.

"If it will serve you in the least, I shall be glad to remain," he assured her, as he resumed his seat.

After all, he did not know but that it was best for him to stay. Too well he knew that to every sleep like this there is an awakening that needs a moderator.

Marrion Latham was a tall, splendid-looking man, with a proud, commanding manner. His intimates styled him, "The Conqueror." He had always had a handsome annuity besides the income he realized from his plays. He had enough money to make the hard world soft, win favors, gild reputation, and enable one to ride instead of walk