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LUCAS MALLORY—AT LAST

BOUT two weeks later, one day, Evelyn had been in town and came home late wearing a veil all bound round her head. This was unusual with her, and besides, it was warm.

"I look so dreadfully when I am tired, daddy, that's the reason," she said to me when I asked her. "And might I have a little supper in my room?"

"Of course," says I.

"Then I think I'll go straight to bed. I'm fearfully tired."

"You act like you re going to faint," says I. "If you feel any worse, let me know and one of the boys must go for the doctor."

"Oh, I'll be all right in the morning. Sleep is all I need. Sleep! Oh, God—sleep, sleep!" 220