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Show 1 1 MY HEART AND "I MY HUSBAND Allele GaUTuoa't New PhM of ! Revelations of a Wife WMT niCKV HrrKSKHTRD " APTRlf MJ. .RAVn,AD HAD HKLPEU TO HKVIVI. XAUOE. I wondrsl idly, with what faculty I bad left to wonder, why Much (Jranl-land (Jranl-land and not my hu riband had been first to notlc my .llnesa. 1 had not raiid in th first ritement of tha accident t hat 1 had ben subjected to an unusual shock. Then, too, before Dicky's protect in if arms could shield me the steering; wheel had struck my side violently. 1 had not noticed ft at first, but as I sat by the roadside watching the two men at work upon the cars I be ran to feel more and more pain, and by the time Major Grantland looked up at tne I wf woefully faint aad 111. At the officer's words JMcky looked sharply at me, then both men hurried toward me. "What is It, sweetheart?" "I fear you are 111, Mrs. Graham." DICKVS PleA. Outwardly, one wan the anxious query of a husband, the other the conventional con-ventional courtesy of an acquaintance. Yet through my pain and fafntness I t recognised the same drawn, tense note In both queries, snd realised that one I man was no less worried than the other. I rallied myself with an effort. I A have a horror of the helpless clinging- 1 vine type of woman, who falnta at every accident, and I tried to make my voice strons; and caauaL am absolutely all right." I aall. Wit h the cheerful accustomed acceptance ac-ceptance of husbands, Dicky's face cleared. "Ara tou sureT he asked perfunctorily, perfunc-torily, then he added enthusisetically, "I have it! i; ran (land, 1 wonder if It would trouble you too much to take Mr a Graham along with you? You ; can leave bar at the little Inn In the next town, and then I can g o there af-I af-I ter her. She can perhaps find a placo I to lie down." Major Grantland hesitated for only the fraction of a second. But 1 knew that for some reason he did not wish to grant Dicky's request. Then his face set into the a; rim lines I knew so ; well, and he bowed to me with the ; funny, little, awkward manner which had made me sure when I first met him that he waa unused to the society of women. "I sm only too happy to b of service to Mrs. Graham. Hut if I am to annum charge I must Insist upon heritaklng a bit of first aid treatment of mine, she hss had a greater shock than we realise." " Ills hesitation before the pronoun 1 pointed his meaning so clrarly that I wondTd If Dicky could fall to catch it. If he had shouted "you realiz-" he could not have made his meaning clearer. JLUOKX- OUTAHTK. ' Hut Dicky was either obtuse or preserved pre-served a poker face, for he laughed lightly. "If it's the right kind of 'first aid. I wouldn't mind being revived myeelf. "l'nfortunatl v I am not provided with that variety." the officer answered, an-swered, and in another minute or two with swift, deft movements he had produced a small drinking cup, watr from a thermos bottle, and a tiny vial from which he carefully poured a few drops of liquid. Then h crossed to ma and bent t o- ward me. I "Drink It quickly," he said to me. I and I knew that he had observed the I faintnesa which my hueband had failed I to see. J I drained it obediently, and lifted mr eyes to his searching, anzious ones ss f I returned the cup. But there was a we"- gleam In them that made me drop mine agnin. "Thank yoti." I murmured, and was curious to find myself as tonguelied and embarrassed as a achoolglrl. Me made no reply, simply stood 1 wailing until the color came hack to my face. I knew it had returned, for I felt my cheeks burning. The pungent revivifier he had given me waa certainly cer-tainly a potent one. In a few minutes min-utes the terrible falntneaa I had felt completely disappeared, although the pain in mv side remained. "Whenever you are ready," he said quTetly. "I am ready now." I returned, and ha quickly put out his hand to help me i up. I looked around for Picky and aaw him standing by -theide of our own car, evidently taking stock of the in-Jury, in-Jury, lie wheeled quickly aa we approached ap-proached him. "Well, old dear, you don't look as if you required anv first aid now"' he said cheerily. "Wish 1 had some of that dope. Grantland. to give thia car. She certainlv needa flrat aid." "We'll send a surgeon back." Major Orantland promised, ss he assisted me Into the front seat of the machine. I wondered why he did not put me in the lonneau. It waa certainly not want of thought, for he made the cushioned seat still more comfortable with a folded robe. I saw Dlrky'e eye-hrowe eye-hrowe go up. and had a audden dia-trte dia-trte aad ahrinking for the little Jour-aey. Jour-aey. (Te be continued.) laid It on the table. She looked at Eather quixslca!ly, then suddenly she held out her hand. "Goodbye. Miss Shepstone. I hope I shall see you again," and the next moment mo-ment ahe had gone. The stiff and stately owner of the agency waa smiling, well pleased. "You are moat fortunate. Miss Shepstone." Shep-stone." she said. "You have secured one of the best posts I have on mv I books. If you take my advice you wlil J not hesitate. Make up your mind at tt. once.". e7" Eather did not answer. She took up the card from the table, then she drew in her breath with a hard eound. for the name printed there was Mrs. Raymond Ray-mond Ashton. Esther never knew how she got Into the street. She walked along like someone some-one in a dream; her cheeka were burning burn-ing hot. Mrs. Raymond Ashton! Raymond's mother! Tbe womsn of whom he had spoken so often and so bitterly. The woman who had raised such a fierce objection to her marriage with Raymond. Ray-mond. There was not much resemblance between be-tween mother and son; they were both handsome, but there waa a sort of humor hu-mor in Mrs. Aahton's face which Raymond's Ray-mond's lacked. Esther tried vainly to find some likeness between them. "Good afternoon!" said a voice, and. turning hurriedly, Eather found Mickey Mellowea beside her. He looked as if he were not quite sure of his reception: but today Esther had other thoughts to occupy her which were more Interesting than !he waa and the smile she gave him was almost friendly. "Good afternoon! Isn't it cold?" I "Very, ess where are you hurrying hur-rying off to?" I He tried to speak casually, but his i heart waa beating uncomfortably. ! "I'm Juat going back home." Esther aald. "I've been to an agency looking for a berth." I "A berth!" A frown Came between I his eyes. "What sort of a berth?" he asked quickly. ! Esther laughed. I 'to be costiaaed. ) |