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Show To the Touch of Love "Wo hnve two Alary Wallaces hero," said tho morguo keeper. "Funny thing, too. Both brought In to day. You'll hnvo to bring somebody some-body with you who enn see somebody who knew your wife before she enn bo Identified." The sensitive features of tho rann contracted contract-ed with sudden pain, and his dull, roving eyes sought tho direction of tho morguo keeper's voice. His stick tnppcd boforo him on tho flagstone flag-stone as ho moved a step nearer. "That Isn't necessary," ho said. "I I'd know Mary among a million! She has tho softest hnlr " He extended n hand; tho slim, doxtrous fingers moved gently, caressingly. The morguo keeper understood. Ho hesitated a moment, and then grasped tho blind man's slcevo. "Como!" hwsnld. They walked through tho ofllco into tho renr npnrtment. Tho ulr was chill nnd tho blind mnn shivered. Tho keepor relensed his arm nnd there was n sound like n drnwer being be-ing pulled out, "Here," ho said, rathor gruflly. Ho cnught tho visitor's hnnd ngnln nnd guided it to nn uncovered face. The blind man slnrtod nt tho contact, so cold was It. Tb.n his fingers wandered swiftly over tho marble-llko marble-llko countenance, nnd Ilnnlly rested for just nn Instnnt on tho dend woman's hnlr. "No, no!" ho said. "That's not my Mary." The drawer was closed and nnothor pulled out. Tho visitor groped his way forwnrd. Tho IiiBtnnt hla flngera touched tho Bhnrp-sot features of tho dead woman hla own face was transfigured. "Mary! Mary I 1 hnve found you, denr," he whispered. "How thin your poor fnco hns grown. How cold you aro." His lingers strnyed to tho harsh, thin hnlr of tho corpse, hovering thoro cnresulngly, "But 'tho softest hair tho softest hnlr," he murmured, |