She lifted her head from his shoulder and sat up, gazing intently

straight ahead of her. In her eyes was a lovely azure light; her lips

were scarcely parted; and so intent and fixed was her gaze that for a

moment he thought she had caught sight of some concrete thing which

held her fascinated.

But it was only that she "saw clearly" at that moment--something that

had come into her field of vision--a passing shape, perhaps, which

looked at her with curious, friendly, inquiring eyes,--and went its

way between the fire and the young girl who watched it pass with

fearless and clairvoyant gaze.

"Athalie?"

"Yes," she answered as in a dream.

"Athalie! What is the matter?"

She turned, looked at him almost blindly as her remoter vision

cleared.

"Clive," she said under her breath, "go home."

"What?"

"Go home. You are wanted."

"What!!!"

She rose and he stood up, his fascinated eyes never leaving hers.

"What were you staring at a moment ago?" he demanded. "What did

you--think--you saw?"

Her eyes looked straight into his. She went to him and put both arms

around his neck.

"Dearest," she said "--dearest." And kissed him on the mouth. But he

dared not lay one finger on her.

The next moment she had his coat, was holding it for him. He took his

hat and stick from her, turned and walked to the door, wheeled in his

tracks, shivering.

And saw her crouched on the sofa, her head buried in her arms. And

dared not speak.

* * * * *

There was an automobile standing in the street before his own house as

he turned out of Fifth Avenue; lighted windows everywhere in the

house, and the iron grille ajar.

He could scarcely fit the latch-key his hands were so unsteady.

There were people in the hall, partly clad. He heard his own name in

frightened exclamation.

"What is it?" he managed to ask.

A servant stammered: "Mr. Clive--it's all over, sir. Mrs. Bailey is

asking for you, sir."

"Is my father--" but he could not go on.

"Yes, sir. His man heard him call--once--like he was dreamin' bad. But

when he got to him Mr. Bailey was gone.... The doctor has just

arrived, sir."

For one instant hope gleamed athwart the stunning crash of his senses:

he steadied himself on the newel post. Then, in his ear a faint voice

echoed: "Dearest--dearest!" And, knowing that hope also lay dead, he

lifted his young head, straightened up, and set his foot heavily on

the first step upward into a new and terrible world of grief.




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