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330 not fall to the ground without His knowledge; surely He will pity you Puss, and make you soon forgot your little one." She kissed the cross;—"There I have kissoi it too I and I have prayed for you, Puss; Kitty will be happy and contented in her new home."

Dr. Chambers came towards her. "Well, Miss Garcia what are you talking about?" Said he, with a kindly smile, fooling her pulse at the same time. "Hundred and seventy” he muttered, with his eye on his watch—"and her skin is burning hot" he added afterwards, passing his hand over the forehead where the blue veins rose and swelled as if they would burst. "Quiet,and a soothing medicine,—Bromide of Potassium. in large doses" he said to Himself; "how long has she been ill?" aloud and distinctly, turning to Garcia. "Not four hours yet." "She must have boon greatly excited to be thus delirious. What excited her!" Garcia did not reply. "Ah well!" Said Dr. Chambers after a silence, "you must keep her very quiet, and give her this every hour till she becomes calm." He prescribed and thou went away; Lord Moore wont out too, and too minutes after came back with the medicine. Her father made her drink one dose. She lay pretty quiet after that, sometimes only she uttered one or two incoherent sentences. One hour passed and another dose was given. That had more effect, she became drowsy. Lord Moore rose. It was past ten "I must go now!" he said in a low voice; he went softly to the couch, stooped down and kissed the flushed, feverish cheek;—"Another Will," she murmured sleepily, and then added very low indeed "for Montague's sake." He kissed her again, and silently wringing the hand of Mr. Garcia gallopped home. He went to his study; his mother was waiting there for him. He came and leant against the mantly-sholfr1s face pale and gloomy. "Well" said Lady Moore, after a long silence, seeing he did not speak. "She is dying mother." He said bitterly. "Perhaps that is the best thing she could do, put herself out of my son’s way!" She spoke harshly; Lord Moore's despair even goaded her to speak thus. She hated the girl for being the cause of her son's