A GIRL IN TEN THOUSAND

BY

L. T. MEADE

AUTHOR OF "BASHFUL FIFTEEN, " "THE CHILDREN OF WILTON CHASE, ""GIRLS NEW AND OLD, " "RED ROSE AND TIGER LILY, " ETC. 

NEW YORK

HURST AND COMPANY PUBLISHERS

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CHAPTER I. 

"You are the comfort of my life, Effie. If you make up your mind to goaway, what is to become of me?"

The speaker was a middle-aged woman. She was lying on a sofa in a shabbylittle parlor. The sofa was covered with horse-hair, the room had afaded paper, and faded chintz covered the shabby furniture. The woman'spleading words were emphasized by her tired eyes and worn face. Shelooked full at the young girl to whom she spoke. 

"What shall I do without you, and what will your father say?"

"I have made up my mind, " said Effie. "I don't want to be unkind to you, mother, --I love you more than words can say, --but I must go out into theworld. I must live my life like other girls. "

"You had none of these ideas until you met Dorothy Fraser. "

"Yes, I have had them for a long time; Dorothy has given them emphasis, that's all. Dorothy's mother did not like her to go away, but now she isglad. She says that nothing has made Dorothy into so fine a woman astaking her life into her own hands, and making the best she can of it. Before I go, mother, I will get Agnes to learn all my duties; she shallhelp you. She is nearly fourteen; she ought to be of use to you, oughtshe not?"

"She would not be like you, " replied Mrs. Staunton. "She is very young, remember, and is at school most of the day. I won't argue with you, Effie, but it tires me even to think of it. "

Effie sighed. She bent down and kissed her mother. Her words had soundedhard and almost defiant, but there was nothing at all hard or defiantabout her sweet face. She was a dark-eyed girl, and looked as if shemight be any age between seventeen and twenty. There was a likenessbetween her and her mother quite sufficient to show their relationship;both faces were softly curved, both pairs of eyes were dark, and themother must have been even prettier in her youth than the daughter wasnow. 

"As I say, " continued Mrs. Staunton, "it fills me with terror to thinkof doing without you. "

"Try not to think of it, mother. I am not going yet, I only want to govery much indeed. I am going to talk to father about it. I want to havethe thing arranged while Dorothy is here. "

Here Effie went suddenly on her knees by the sofa and threw one youngarm protectingly round her mother. 

"You do not know what it means to me, " she said. "When Dorothy talks ofthe full life, the keen interest, the battle, the thrill of living, Ifeel that I must go into it--I must. "

While Effie was speaking, Mrs. Staunton looked fixedly at her. There aremoments which all mothers know, when they put themselves completely outof sight, when they blot themselves out, as it were. This time had cometo Mrs. Staunton now. 

After a pause, she said, and her words came out even without a sigh:

"The question, after all, is this, Effie: What will your father say?"

"When he thinks it out carefully he will be pleased, " replied Effie. "Hemust be interested in the profession I want to take up. How often--oh, how often, mother--has he groaned and sighed at the bad nursing whichhis patients get! You know you have always said, and he has said thesame, that I am a born nurse. Won't he be proud and pleased when I comehome and tell him all about the new ways in which things are done inLondon hospitals? You know there are six of us, and Agnes and Katie aregrowing up, and can take my place at home presently. Of course I knowthat father is quite the cleverest doctor in Whittington, but nobodygets ill here, and it is quite impossible to go on clothing and feedingsix of us with no means at all. I do not think I am vain, mother, and Ido not really care very much about dress, but mine is shabby, is it not?I think I should look pretty--as pretty as you must have looked longago--if I were better dressed. "

"No dress can change your face, " said Mrs. Staunton, with suddenpassion. "You have the sweetest and dearest face in the world to me. When you go away the sunshine will go out of my life; but, my darling, my darling, I won't--you shall never have it to say that your motherstood in your way. I must think, however, of what your father will sayto this. I can only warn you that if there is one person your fatherdreads and dislikes more than another, it is the modern girl. He said tome, 'Thank God, Effie has none of that hideous modernity about her. Sheis fairly good-looking; she does not think about Girton or Newnham, orany of the women's colleges; in short, she has no advanced ideas. '"

"That is all he knows, " replied Effie. "The fact is, I must and will dosomething to earn my living. You are sending George out into the worldto win his spurs, and I am going to win mine. "

"In what way?" asked Mrs. Staunton. "You know you are not clever. "

"Dorothy thinks I can be a nurse, mother. May she come and see you, andtalk it all over?"

"There is no harm in talking it over, " said Mrs. Staunton. "But now Iwish you would go upstairs and help Susan to put the children to bed. You can bring baby downstairs if you like, and I will undress him. Runalong, Effie--run along, there's a good child. "

"Oh, yes, mother, I'll go; only just answer me one question first. MayDorothy come here after supper to-night?"

"What is the use of my seeing her? Your father is the one to decide. "

"I will ask father to stay in after supper. "

"I don't think he will. A message has come from the Watson people overat the farm. Mrs. Watson was taken bad with a stitch an hour ago, andthey want your father as quickly as he can go. "

"Well, he will be back in time--he won't spend the whole evening there. Anyhow, Dorothy can come and see you, and if father does come in beforeshe leaves, well and good. I may run and tell her to come, may I not?"

"Won't you put the children to bed first, and bring me baby?"

"Oh, yes, yes, if you insist. "

"I do, Effie; while you are at home you must help me all you can. I havenot had a bit of strength since baby was born. It is perfectly dreadfulto feel all your strength going and to know that things are at sixes andsevens, and however hard you try you cannot put them right. Dear me, Effie, I did think when you were grown up that you would stay at homeand be a comfort to me. "

"I shall be a greater comfort to you when I send you money from London. Now, don't speak another word. I will put the children to bed, and Iwill look after baby myself, while you close your eyes and go to sleep. "

Effie pressed her warm young lips on the older woman's brow, and thenran out of the room. 

There was a large nursery upstairs, where everything at the presentmoment was, as Effie's mother had said, at sixes and sevens. Thenursemaid, a young girl of seventeen, was not up to her duties--thechildren ruled her, instead of her ruling the children. Effie, however, could be masterful enough when she liked. She had a natural sense oforder, and she soon put things straight in the nursery. The childrenwere undressed quickly and put to bed; and then Effie, taking the babyin her arms, asked Susan to go downstairs. 

"You can have your supper, " she said. "I will look after baby. "

"I thought my missus would like me to take baby to her, " said the girl. 

"No; I will look after him for the present, " said Effie. "Mother istired, and she must sleep. Run away, Susan, and have your supper, andcome back here as quickly as you can. "

"Yes, Miss Effie; and I am sure I am very much obliged to you. You 'as awonderful way with the children, and I only wish I could learn it. "

Susan left the room. Pressing the baby's soft curly head against herbreast, Effie began to pace up and down with it. The baby was threemonths old; he was fractious and disinclined to sleep, but when hissister began to purr a soft song into his ear, an old nursery rhymewhich her mother had sung to her long ago, his wide-open eyes closed, and he sank off into peaceful slumber. 

When she saw that he was quite sound asleep, Effie put him in his cot, drew the cot near the crib where Philip, a dark-eyed little boy of five, lay, and bending down to kiss Phil, said:

"You are to be baby's nurse until Susan comes up; if he wakes or beginsto cry, just pat him on his back. I am most anxious that mother shouldhave a quiet time; she is just worn out, and if she hears baby cry sheis certain to send for him. Now, Phil, you are a very clever little manwhen you like--I trust to you to keep baby from crying until Susan comesback!"

"'Es, that I will, " replied Phil, in a voice of intense importance. "Ido love 'ou, Effie, " he said. 

Effie kissed him, and softly left the room. She ran downstairs, andbegan to help the servant to lay supper. 

No one could look more bright than Effie as she performed the thousandand one duties which fell to her lot in this poor home. Dr. Staunton waspoor, there were six children, Effie was the eldest daughter; it needsno more words to explain her exact position. From morning to night Effiewas busy, very busy, doing what she herself called nothing. She wasgetting discontented with her life. A feeling of discontent had stolenover her ever since her eldest brother George had gone to London, tohelp his uncle in a large warehouse. For months the dream of her lifewas to give up the little duties near at hand, and to take some greatduties which nobody wanted her to do, far away from home. She was quiteprepared for the advice which her friend Dorothy Fraser, who lived allthe year round in London, and only came home for the holidays toWhittingham, was able to give her. Effie's conscience was not in theleast pricked at the thought of leaving her mother--it seemed to herquite right. "Had she not to make the most of her youth? Why should shespend all her young days in looking after the children, and makingthings tolerable for her father and mother?"

These thoughts kept swiftly passing through her brain, as shenoiselessly laid the table and made it look charming and pretty. Whenall was done, she took up a little frock of one of the children's, and, sitting down by the window, began to work. Her pretty dark head was bentover her task; her thick curling lashes lay heavy on her rounded cheek. Mrs. Staunton, who had been having a doze on the sofa, started up nowand looked at her. 

"Oh, Effie dear, I have had such a nice sleep, " she said, with a littlesigh; "I am ever so much the better for it. But what have you done withbaby?"

"I have put him to sleep, mother; he is in his cot now, as comfortableas possible. "

"How good of you, Effie! What a comfort you are to me!"

Effie smiled. "I think I hear father coming in, " she said, "and supperis quite ready. "

Mrs. Staunton started up from the sofa; she pushed back her tumbledhair, and shook out her somewhat untidy dress. 

"Now let me make you trim, " said Effie. 

She ran over to her parent, put back her gray hair with an affectionatelittle touch, and then kissed her mother on her flushed cheeks. 

"You look better for your nice sleep, mother, " she said. 

"So I am, darling, and for your loving care, " replied Mrs. Staunton. 

Her husband came into the room, and she took her place before thetea-tray. 

Supper at the Stauntons' was a nondescript sort of meal. It consisted ofmeat and vegetables, and tea and cakes and puddings, all placed on thetable together. It was the one hearty meal Dr. Staunton allowed himselfin the twenty-four hours. At the children's early dinner he onlysnatched a little bread and cheese, but at peaceful seven o'clock thechildren were in bed, the house was quiet, the toil of the day wassupposed to be over, and Dr. Staunton could eat heartily and enjoyhimself. It was at this hour he used to notice how very pretty Effielooked, and how sweet it was to see her sitting like a little mouse onone side of the table, helping him and his wife in her affectionate way, and seeing to the comforts of all. It did not occur to him as evenpossible that Effie could carry such a dreadful thing as rebellion inher heart. No face could look more perfectly happy than hers. Was itpossible that she was pining for a wider field of usefulness than thelittle niche which she filled so perfectly in the home life? Dr. Staunton never thought about it at all. Effie was just a dear littlegirl--not a bit modern; she was the comfort of her mother's life, and, for that matter, the comfort of his also. 

He looked at her now with his usual grave smile. "Well, Effie, usefuland charming as usual? I see you have not forgotten my favorite dish, and I am glad of it, for I can tell you I am just starving. I have hada hard day's work, and it is nice to feel that I can rest for thisevening at least. "

"Have you been to the Watsons', dear?" inquired Mrs. Staunton. "Theysent a message for you two or three hours ago. "

"Yes; I met the farmer in the High Street, and went straight out to thefarm. Mrs. Watson is better now, poor soul; but it is a bad case, theheart is a good deal implicated. I shall have to go out there again thefirst thing in the morning. It would be a dreadful thing for that familyif anything happened to her. "

"The heart--is it heart trouble?" said Mrs. Staunton. 

"Yes, yes! Don't you begin to fancy that your case is the least likehers; yours is only functional, hers is organic. Now, why have I brokenthrough my rule of saying nothing about my patients? You will befancying and fretting all night that you are going to shuffle off thismortal coil just as quickly as poor Mrs. Watson will have to do beforelong, I fear. Why, Effie, what is the matter? Why are you staring at mewith those round eyes?"

Mrs. Staunton looked also at Effie, and the sudden memory of her recentconversation with her returned. 

"By the way, " she said, "if you are likely to be at home this evening, John, Effie would like to ask her friend Dorothy Fraser to come in foran hour or two. She wants to introduce her to you. "

"She is one of those modern girls, is she not?" said the doctor. 

"Oh, father, she is just splendid, " said Effie. "If you only knew her, if you could hear her speak----"

"Well, my dear, don't get into a state, and above all things, don'tlearn that dreadful habit of exaggeration. I dare say Miss Fraser isvery well, but there are few prodigies in the world, my little Effie;and, for my part, give me the home birds--they are the girls for myworld; they are the girls who will make good wives by and by. There, mylove, I shall be pleased to welcome any friend of yours, so ask herover, by all means. She won't mind the old doctor's pipe, I hope?"

"Oh, no, father!" Effie could not help smiling. She knew perfectly wellthat Dorothy thought it no harm to indulge in a tiny cigarette herself, not often, nor every day, but sometimes when she was dead beat, as sheexpressed it. Effie had to keep this knowledge of her friend'sdelinquencies to herself. If Dr. Staunton knew that Dorothy did notconsider smoking the unpardonable sin in woman, he would not allow herinside his doors. "I will go and fetch her, " Effie said, jumping up andputting on her hat. "She is longing to know you, father, and you cansmoke two or three pipes while she is here. "

Effie left the room. Mrs. Staunton looked at her husband. "I doubt ifDorothy Fraser is the best of friends for our Effie. "

"Eh!" said the doctor, taking his pipe out of his mouth for a moment. "What ails the girl?"

"Oh, nothing at all, " replied Mrs. Staunton. "Effie is very fond of her, and I believe she really is a fine creature. You know she is educatingher two brothers. "

"What is she doing--how does she earn her living?"

"Oh, she is a nurse in a hospital. She has been in St. Joseph's Hospitalfor years, and is now superintendent of one of the wards. She gets agood salary. "

The doctor rubbed his hands together in a somewhat impatient way. "Youknow my opinion of lady nurses, " he said, looking at his wife. 

"Well, dear, make the best of Dorothy for Effie's sake. I hear the stepsof the two girls now. You will do what you can to be agreeable, won'tyou?"

"No, " said the doctor; "I shall growl like a bear with a sore head, whenI see women who ought to be content with sweet home duties strugglingand pining to go out into the world. "

The last words had scarcely left the doctor's lips before thedining-room door was opened, and Effie, accompanied by her friend, entered the room. 

Dorothy Fraser was about twenty-eight years of age; she was tall; shehad a fair, calm sort of face; her eyes were large and gray, her mouthsweet. She had a way of taking possession of those she spoke to, and shehad not been two minutes in the shabby little sitting-room before Dr. And Mrs. Staunton were looking at her earnestly and listening to herwords with respect. 

Dorothy sat near Mrs. Staunton. 

"I am very glad to know you, " she said, after a pause. "Effie has talkedto me over and over again about you. "

"May I ask how long you have known Effie?" interrupted Dr. Staunton. 

"Well, exactly a week, " replied Miss Fraser. "I have been home a week, and I am going to stay another week. I met Effie the night I came home, and---- But one can cultivate a friendship in a week; don't you thinkso, Dr. Staunton?"

"Perhaps, perhaps, " said the doctor in a dubious voice. "I am slow inmaking friends myself. It is the old-fashioned way of country folk. "

"Oh, pray don't speak of yourself as old-fashioned, Dr. Staunton; anddon't run down country folk, I see so many of them at the hospital. Formy part, I think they are worth twenty of those poor London people, whoare half starved in body, and have only learned the wicked side oflife. "

"Poor creatures!" said Mrs. Staunton. "I wish you would tell ussomething about the hospital, my dear. It is vastly entertaining to hearall about sick people. "

"No; now pardon me, " said the doctor; "you will do nothing of the kind, Miss Fraser. There are not many sick folk about here, but what few thereare I have got to look after, and my thoughts are bothered enough aboutthem and their sicknesses, so I would rather, if you please, turn ourconversation to people who are not ill. The wife here is a bit nervous, too, and she is never the better for hearing people talk about what theycall 'bad cases. ' I think it is the worst thing in the world for peopleto keep talking of their maladies, or even about other people'smaladies. My motto is this, 'When you are ill, try and see how soon youcan get well again, and when you are well, try to keep so. Never thinkof illness at all. '"

Miss Fraser looked fully at the doctor while he was talking. A slightfrown came between her eyebrows. Effie's bright dark eyes were fixed onher friend. 

"Illness interests me, of course, " Dorothy said, after a pause; "but Iwon't talk of it. There are many other things, as you say, just asvital. "

"Well, at any rate, " said Mrs. Staunton, "Miss Fraser can tell us howshe came to be a nurse----"

"For my part, " interrupted Dr. Staunton, "I think it is a great pitythat girls like you, Miss Fraser, should take up that sort of life. Ladygirls are not suited to it; for one who is fitted for the life, thereare fifty who are not. If you could only guess how doctors hate to seelady nurses in possession of a case. She is a fine lady through it all;she thinks she is not, but she is. Do you suppose she will wash up thecups and plates and spoons as they ought to be washed and kept in a sickperson's room? and do you fancy she will clean out the grate, and godown on her knees to wash the floor? Your fine lady nurse won't. Thereis a case of infection, for instance, --measles or scarlet fever, --andthe nurse comes down from London, and she is supposed to takepossession; but one of the servants of the house has to go in to cleanand dust and arrange, or the sickroom is not dusted or cleaned at all. That is your lady nurse; and I say she is not suited to the work. "

Miss Fraser turned pale while the doctor was speaking. 

"You must admit, " she said, when he stopped and looked at her, --"youmust admit, Dr. Staunton, that every lady nurse is not like that. If youhave an infection case in your practice, send for me. I think I canprove to you that there are some ladies who are too truly women to thinkanything menial or beneath them. " She colored as she spoke, and loweredher eyes. 

The conversation drifted into other channels. After a time Dorothy gotup and went away; and Effie, yawning slightly, went up to her room to goto bed. She slept in a little room next to the nursery. Instead ofundressing at once, as was her wont, she went and stood by the window, threw it open, and looked out. "What would father say if he knew mythoughts?" she said to herself. "He despises ladies who are nurses; hethinks it wrong for any lady girl to go away from home; but I amgoing--yes, I am going to London. Dorothy is my friend. She is aboutthe grandest, noblest creature I ever met, and I am going to follow inher steps. Mother will consent in the end--mother will see that I cannotthrow away my life. Dear mother! I shall miss her and father awfully, but, all the same, I shall be delighted to go. I do want to get out ofthis narrow, narrow life; I do want to do something big and grand. Oh, Dorothy, how splendid you are! How strong you look! How delightful it isto feel that one can live a life like yours, and do good, and be lovedby all! Oh, Dorothy, I hope I shall be able to copy you! I hope----"

Effie's eager thoughts came to a sudden stop. A tall dog-cart dasheddown the street and pulled up short at her father's door. A young man ina Norfolk suit jumped out, threw the horse's reins to his groom, andpulled the doctor's bell furiously. Effie leaned slightly out of herwindow in order to see who it was. She recognized the man who stood onthe doorstep with a start of surprise, and the color flew into her face. He was the young Squire of the neighborhood. His name was Harvey. Hisplace was two miles out of Whittington. He was married; his wife was themost beautiful woman Effie had ever seen; and he had one little girl. The Harveys were rich and proud; they spent the greater part of theirtime in London, and had never before condescended to consult the villagedoctor. What was the matter now? Effie rushed from her room and knockedfuriously at her father's door. 

"Father, do you hear the night-bell? Are you getting up?" she called. 

"Yes, child, yes, " answered the doctor. 

The bell downstairs kept on ringing at intervals. Effie stood tremblingon the landing; she felt positively sure that something dreadful musthave happened. 

"May I go down stairs and say you are coming, father?" she called againthrough the key-hole. 

"Yes, I wish you would. Say I will be downstairs in a minute. "

Effie ran off; she took the chain off the heavy hall door and threw itopen. 

"Is Dr. Staunton in?" asked the Squire. He stared at Effie's whitetrembling face. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair in disorder; he lookedlike a man who is half distracted. 

"Yes, " said Effie, in as soothing a voice as she could assume; "myfather will be down in a minute. "

Harvey took off his cap. 

"You are Miss Staunton, I presume? Pray ask your father to be as quickas possible. My little girl is ill--very ill. We want a doctor to cometo The Grange without a moment's delay. "

"All right, Squire; here I am, " said the hearty voice of Dr. Staunton onthe stairs. 

The Squire shook hands with him, made one or two remarks in too low avoice for Effie to hear, sprang into his dog-cart, the doctor scrambledup by his side, and a moment later the two had disappeared. Effie stoodby the open hall door looking up and down the quiet village street. Thegreat man of the place had come and gone like a flash. The thing Mrs. Staunton had longed for, dreamed of, and almost prayed for, had come topass at last--her husband was sent for to The Grange. Effie wondered ifFortune were really turning her wheel, and if, from this date they wouldbe better off than they had been. 

Dorothy Fraser's people lived in the house nearly opposite. From whereEffie stood she could see a light still burning in her friend's window. The thought of Dorothy raised the girl's state of excitement almost tofever pitch. She longed to go over and see her friend; she knew she mustnot do that, however. She shut the hall door, and went slowly back toher bedroom. She wanted to sleep, but sleep was far away. She laylistening during the long hours of the summer night, and heard hourafter hour strike from the church clock close by. Between two and threein the morning she dropped off into a troubled doze. She awoke in broaddaylight, to start to her feet and see her father standing in the room. 

"Get up, Effie, " he said. "I want you; dress yourself as quickly as youcan. "

There was an expression about his face which prevented Effie's utteringa word. She scrambled into her clothes--he waited for her on thelanding. When she was dressed he took her hand and went softly downthrough the house. 

"I do not want your mother to be disturbed, " he said. "There is a verybad case of illness at The Grange. "

"What is it, father?" asked Effie. 

"Well, I fear that it is a complication of scarlet fever and diphtheria. The child will have an awful fight for her life, and at the presentmoment I am afraid the odds are terribly against her. "

"Oh, father, and she is the only child!" said Effie. 

"Yes, yes, I know all that; but there is no use in going into sentimentjust now--the thing is to pull her through if possible. Now, look here:I can send to London, of course, for a nurse, but she would not arrivefor several hours--do you think your friend Miss Fraser would undertakethe case?"

"Yes, I am sure she would, " said Effie. 

"That's just like you women, " said the doctor impatiently; "you jump toconclusions without knowing anything at all about the matter. Thechild's case is horribly infectious. In fact, I shall be surprised ifthe illness does not run right through the house. The mother has beensitting up with this baby day and night for the last week, and they wereso silly they never sent for a doctor, imagining that the awful state ofthe throat was due to hoarseness, and that the rash was what they werepleased to call 'spring heat. ' The folly of some people is enough todrive any reasonable man to despair. They send for the doctor, forsooth, when the child is almost in the grip of death! I have managed to relieveher a bit during the night, but I must have the services of a good nurseat once. Go over and awake Miss Fraser, Effie, and bring her to see me. If she has the pluck she gave me to understand she had, she will come inas a stop-gap until I get somebody else. And now, look here: the case isso infectious, and your mother is so weak just now, that I am going todevote myself altogether to it for the next few days. I am going to takeup my abode at The Grange, and I shall wire to my old friend Edwards tolook after the rest of my patients. There are only half a dozen to beseen to, and he will keep them quiet until I am free again. Now go overand bring Miss Fraser for me to see. I have driven down on the Squire'sdog-cart, and will take her back with me if she will come. Run along, Effie, and wake her up. "

CHAPTER II. 

Dorothy Fraser was sound asleep when Effie rushed into her little room. 

"Get up!" said Effie, shaking her friend by the shoulder. 

As a nurse Miss Fraser was accustomed to unexpected disturbances. Sheopened her eyes now and gazed at Effie for a bewildered moment, then shesat up in bed and pushed back her heavy hair. 

"Why, Effie, " she exclaimed, "what do you want? I fancied I was back atSt. Joseph's and that one of the nurses had got into trouble and hadcome to me, but I find I am at home for the holidays. Surely it is nottime to get up yet?"

"It is only five o'clock, " said Effie. "It is not the usual time to getup; but, Dorothy, father wants you. There is a bad case of illness atThe Grange--very bad indeed, and father is nearly distracted, and hewants to know if you will help him just for a bit. "

"Why, of course, " cried Dorothy. "I shall be delighted. "

"I knew you would; I knew you were just that splendid sort of a girl. "

Miss Fraser knit her brows in some perplexity "Don't, Effie, " she said. "I wish you would not go into such ecstasies over me; I am only just anurse. A nurse is, and ought to be, at the beck and call of everyone whois in trouble. Now run away, dear; I won't be any time in gettingdressed. I will join you and your father in a minute. "

"Father will see you in the street, " said Effie. "The fact is----"

"Oh, do run away, " exclaimed Dorothy. "I cannot dress while you standhere talking. Whatever it is, I will be with your father in two or threeminutes. "

Effie ran downstairs again. Mrs. Fraser, who had let her in, had goneback to bed. Effie shut the Frasers' hall door as quietly as she could. She then went across the sunlit and empty street to where her fatherstood on the steps at his own door. The groom who had driven the doctorover was standing by the horse's head at a little distance. 

"Well, " said Dr. Staunton, "she has fought shy of it, has she?"

"No; she is dressing, " said Effie. "She will be down in a minute ortwo. "

"Good girl!" said Dr. Staunton. "You didn't happen to mention the natureof the case?"

"No, no, " answered Effie; "but the nature of the case won't make anydifference to her. "

The doctor pursed up his mouth as if he meant to whistle; he restrainedhimself, however, and stood looking down the street. After a time heturned and glanced at his daughter. 

"Now, Effie, " he said, "you must do all you can for your mother. Don'tlet her get anxious. There is nothing to be frightened about as far as Iam concerned. If mortal man can pull the child through, I will do it, but I must have no home cares as well. You will take up that burden--eh, little woman?"

"I will try, father, " said Effie. 

Just then Dorothy appeared. She had dressed herself in her nurse'scostume--gray dress, gray cloak, gray bonnet. The dress suited herearnest and reposeful face. She crossed the road with a firm step, carrying a little bag in her hand. 

"Well, Dr. Staunton, " she said, "I hear you have got a case for me. "

The doctor gazed at her for a moment without speaking. 

"Bless me, " he exclaimed; "it is a comfort to see a steady-lookingperson like you in the place. And so you are really willing to help mein this emergency?"

"Why, of course, " said Dorothy. "I am a nurse. "

"But you don't know the nature of the case yet!"

"I don't see that that makes any difference; but will you tell me?"

"And it is your holiday, " pursued the doctor, gazing at her. "You don'ttake many holidays in the year I presume?"

"I have had a week, and I am quite rested, " said Dorothy. "I always holdmy life in readiness, " she continued, looking up at him with a flash outof her dark blue eyes. "Anywhere at any time, when I am called, I amready. But what is the matter? What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to help me to pull a child back from the borders of death. "

"A child! I love children, " said Dorothy. "What ails the child?"

"She has acute scarlet fever and diphtheria. No precautions have beentaken with regard to sanitation. She is the child of rich people, butthey have been wantonly neglectful, almost cruel in their negligence andignorance. The mother, a young woman, is nearly certain to take thecomplaint and, to complicate everything, there is another baby expectedbefore long. Now you understand. If you get into that house you arescarcely likely to go out of it again for some time. "

Dorothy stood grave and silent. 

"Oh, Dorothy, is it right for you to go?" exclaimed Effie, who waswatching her friend anxiously. 

"Yes, " said Dorothy, "it is right. They may possibly be obliged to fillmy place at St. Joseph's. I was only considering that point for amoment. After all, it is not worth troubling about. I am at yourservice, Dr. Staunton. We may require one or two other nurses to help usif things are as bad as you fear. "

"God bless you!" said the doctor. Something very like moisture came intohis eyes. He began to blow his nose violently. "Now, Effie, you will doyour best at home, " he said, turning to his daughter. "This way, please, Miss Fraser. "

"Good-by, Effie, dear, " said Dorothy. She kissed her friend. The doctorand the nurse walked toward the dog-cart; he helped her to mount, andthen drove rapidly down the street. The vehicle was soon out of sight. 

"I wonder what father will think of Dorothy after this?" thought Effieto herself. The feeling that her father would really approve of herfriend gave her much consolation. She went back into the house, and asit was now half-past five, decided that it was not worth while to returnto bed. There was always plenty to be done in this little house with itsoverflowing inhabitants, and Effie found heaps to occupy her until itwas time to go into the nursery to help the little nursemaid with hervarious duties. 

The children always hailed Effie with a scream of delight; they were nota bit afraid of her, for she was the most indulgent elder sister in theworld, but all the same she managed to make them obey her. 

Susan was sent downstairs to get her breakfast, while Effie saw theelder ones safely through the process of dressing. She took the baby onher knee, and, removing his night-clothes, put him into his bath, anddressed him herself quickly and expeditiously. She then carried him intoher mother's room. 

Mrs. Staunton had spent a troubled night. 

"Is that you, Effie?" she exclaimed, looking at her daughter; "and oh, there is baby--how sweet he looks! What a splendid nurse you are, mydarling, and what a wonderful comfort to me! Give me my dear little man. I will take care of him while you see about breakfast. "

"How are you this morning, mother?" asked Effie. "Have you had a goodnight?"

"Yes, pretty well. I had one or two bad dreams. I could not helpthinking of poor Mrs. Watson and that heart-trouble your father spokeabout. I wonder how she is this morning. "

"Now, mother dear, " said Effie, "you know father said you were not todwell upon that--you must turn your thoughts away from illness of everysort. I thought we might go for a little drive in the gig this morning. "

"But your father will want the gig. "

"No, that's just it, he won't. "

"What do you mean? Surely he will go out as early as he can to see Mrs. Watson?"

"No, mother, " said Effie, "he won't--not to-day. I have something totell you. Now, please don't be frightened; there is nothing to befrightened about. "

Mrs. Staunton was half sitting up in bed; she had thrown a little paleblue shawl round her shoulders, and held the pretty baby in her arms. She was a remarkably good-looking woman, a really young-looking womanfor her age, but weakness was written all over her--the weakness of afrail although loving spirit, and the weakness of extreme bodilyillness, for she was ill, far more ill than her children knew. Thegreatest anxiety of the honest doctor's life was connected with hiswife's physical condition. Effie looked at her mother now, and somethingof the fear which dwelt in her father's heart seemed to visit her. 

"I have something to tell you, " she said, "but it is nothing that needmake you the least bit afraid. Father has left you in my charge. He saysI am to look after you, and to do all in my power to help you. "

"But what can you mean, Effie? Has your father gone away?"

"Not really away, " replied Effie, "for he is close to us, and can comeback if necessary at any moment; but the fact is this: If all is well, father is not coming home for two or three days. In one way you will bepleased to hear this, mother. You know how you have wished him to becalled in at The Grange. "

"At The Grange!" exclaimed Mrs. Staunton, starting up. "You don't meanto tell me that the Harveys have sent for your father?"

"Yes, mother, I do; and is not that good news? The little girl is veryill, and Squire Harvey came over to fetch father last night--that timewhen the bell rang so suddenly. "

"I remember, " said Mrs. Staunton. "I made sure that someone came fromthe Watsons'. "

"No; it was the Squire who called--Squire Harvey. Father went there andfound the little girl very ill. He came back again this morning, andtook Dorothy Fraser out with him as nurse, and he saw me, and he askedme to tell you that he would stay at The Grange for a couple of daysuntil he could pull the child through, and you are on no account toexpect him home, but you are to keep as well and cheerful as possiblefor his sake; and Dr. Edwards from Boltonville is to take father's workfor the time. So you see, " continued Effie in conclusion, "that thehorse and gig will be at liberty, and we can go for a drive. I thoughtwe might go to Boltonville, and take baby, and buy some fruit forpreserving. There are sure to be heaps of strawberries at the BoltonFarm if we drive over early. "

All the time Effie was speaking, Mrs. Staunton kept gazing at her. Asthe eager words flowed from the young girl's lips, the heart of themother seemed to faint within her. 

"You, " she said, after a pause; her voice trembled, no words could comefor an instant, --"you, " she went on, --"Effie, you have not told me whatails the child?"

"She is very ill, mother; that goes without saying. "

"But what ails her? Why should not your father come home?"

Effie thought for a moment. "I will tell about the scarlet fever, butnot about the diphtheria, " she said to herself. "Mother is always soterrified about diphtheria ever since poor little Johnny died of it, long, long ago. She won't mind scarlet fever so much. "

"Why don't you speak, Effie?" exclaimed her mother. "You terrify me withyour grave and silent way. "

"There is nothing to be terrified about, mother, but you are weak, andtherefore you get unduly nervous. I was only thinking for a momentwhether you had better know; but of course, if you wish it, you must betold. The child at The Grange is suffering from scarlet fever. "

"Do you think it will spread?"

"Father is very anxious. I heard him telling Dorothy that Mrs. Harveyhad been very imprudent. You know how young she is, mother, and howbeautiful; and she has been with this dear little child day and nightfrom the beginning, not knowing in the least what ailed her, and Mrs. Harvey is expecting another baby, and of course father is anxious. "

"I should think he is, " cried Mrs. Staunton, drawn completely out ofherself by the tragedy conveyed in these words. "Oh, poor young thing, poor young mother! I wish I were strong and well myself, that I might goand help her. She will have a bad time. She will have an awful risk whenher baby arrives, Effie. Well, my darling, we can do nothing but prayfor them all. There is One who can guide us even through dark days. Godown, Effie, and get breakfast, and then come back to me. I am verytired this morning, and will lie still for a little, now that I have gotsuch a dear, useful daughter to take my place for me. "

Effie put on a bright smile, and turned toward the door. 

As she was leaving the room, her mother called out after her:

"There is one good thing, there is no diphtheria in the case; nothingterrifies me like that. "

Effie shut the door hastily without reply. 

CHAPTER III. 

Meanwhile Dr. Staunton and Dorothy drove quickly to The Grange. It wasstill very early in the morning, and when they arrived at the great halldoor it was opened by Squire Harvey himself. 

"That's right, Dr. Staunton!" he exclaimed. "I am so glad you have come. Oh, and I see you have brought a nurse. What a blessing! Now, perhaps, you will induce my wife to take some rest. How lucky that you were ableto find a nurse in a little place like Whittington!"

"I am very fortunate indeed, " replied the doctor in his hearty voice. "Nurse Fraser has been trained at St. Joseph's, and happens to bestaying at Whittington for a brief holiday. She has most kindlyconsented to undertake the case until we can get fresh assistance fromLondon. "

"I will stay as long as I am wanted, " said Dorothy in her quiet voice. "If I can be shown to a room for a moment to take off my bonnet andcloak, I will go immediately afterward to the little patient. "

Dorothy's voice was perfectly cool and calm. She did not speak in theconstrained whisper which the poor Squire thought it right to use. Therewas an everyday tone in her voice which at this moment was absolutelyrefreshing, and the sympathy in her blue eyes just gave the rightquality to the cool tones. 

The doctor looked at her with unconcealed admiration. "That girl is onein ten thousand, " he said to himself. "She will keep us all on ourmettle, I can see, but there is plenty of heart underneath that coolexterior. "

The great luxurious house looked neglected and wretched. Although thefather and mother were up, and one or two servants were assisting in thesickroom, the greater number of the servants were still in bed. Therewas no one to take Miss Fraser to a room, and the Squire looked roundhim in hopeless bewilderment. 

Dorothy saw at a glance that she must take matters into her own hands. 

"I do not want to trouble you, " she said. "I can put my cloak and bonnetin here. I should like to put on my cap and apron before I goupstairs. "

She opened a door as she spoke, and went into a room where all theblinds were down, took off her outdoor things, and, taking a cap out ofher bag, slipped it over her hair, tied on a white apron, and then stoodready and capable, and fresh and bright, before the Squire and thedoctor. 

"Now, come straight upstairs with me, " said the doctor. 

They went up together; Squire Harvey followed them at a distance. Whenthe doctor reached the first landing, he opened a green baize door, shutit behind him, and walked down a long, cool corridor which led in thedirection of the nurseries. 

"Now, look here, " he said, turning and facing Dorothy, "the great thingthat we have both to do is to keep this terrible disease from spreading. One or two of the servants have been with the case from the first; thefather and mother have been in and out of the room as freely andunconstrainedly as if the child had only a cold the matter with her; ifthey are likely to take the infection, the mischief is probably donealready; but, on the chance of this not being so, I shall beg of theSquire to come into this part of the house as seldom as possible. And asto Mrs. Harvey, she must be got away; that is your task, nurse. You willallow me to call you nurse, won't you?"

"Certainly. Call me Nurse Dorothy; I like that name best. I am calledthat by the children at St. Joseph's. "

"Very well. I am sure you will be a blessing here; but a great deal oftact must be used. The position of affairs is extremely difficult. "

"I will do my best, " replied the nurse. The doctor gave her another lookof complete satisfaction, and they entered the room where the littlepatient lay between life and death. 

A small cot had been drawn almost into the center of the room, theblinds were down, there was a sense of desolation, and a heavy smell inthe air. 

"Who has shut these windows?" said the doctor in a voice of disapproval. 

He went straight across the room, drew up one of the blinds, and openedthe window two or three inches. A fresh current of air immediatelyimproved the close atmosphere. 

When he spoke, and when he and Nurse Fraser came into the room, afair-haired young woman, who was on her knees by the side of the cot, started up suddenly, and gazed at them out of a pair of wide blue eyes. Her cheeks were deeply flushed, her lips were parched and dry. 

"Oh, doctor, " she said, staggering toward Dr. Staunton, "you have comeback. What a blessing! She is asleep now; perhaps she is better. "

The doctor went over and looked at the child. She was a little creatureof not more than five years of age. In health she may have been pretty, she probably was; but now, the shadowy little face, the emaciated hands, the hot, dry, cracked lips, were the reverse of beautiful. They were allthat was pathetic, however; and Dorothy's heart went straight out to thebaby who lay there in such suffering and weakness. 

The doctor looked at her, and gave a significant glance toward Mrs. Harvey. 

Dorothy took her cue at once. 

"I have come to nurse your dear little girl, madam, " she said. "Dr. Staunton has brought me. I have a great deal of experience, as I amsuperintendent of one of the children's wards at St. Joseph's Hospital. I think you may trust your little girl to me; but first of all, let metake you to your room and put you to bed. "

"Put me to bed!" said Mrs. Harvey, with a laugh which jarred oneveryone's nerves. "I have not been in bed for nights. I could notsleep. When the doctor tells me that Freda is out of danger, then I maybe able to sleep, but not before--not before. "

"Whether you sleep or not, " continued Dorothy, "you must come and liedown. You are completely worn out, and can do no good whatever to thechild in your present condition. While she sleeps it is surely rightthat you should sleep too. Come, I will promise to call you if you arewanted. "

"Yes, dear madam, let me entreat of you to go to bed, " said the doctor. 

The door was opened at this moment, and the Squire came in. 

"Now Elfreda, " he said, coming up to his wife, "you will go and takesome rest, won't you?"

She looked from him to the nurse, and from the nurse to the doctor, andthen her tired, bright eyes fell upon the little parched face lying onthe pillow. 

"I know she is going to die!" she said, with a kind of broken sob. "Icannot leave her. How can anyone dare to ask me to leave my little childjust now?" Her agitation became more terrible each moment. She wasevidently on the verge of hysterics. 

Dorothy walked straight from the nursery to a sort of dressing-roomwhich lay beyond. There was a small bed there, which was sometimesoccupied by the under-nurse. A scared-looking, tired young woman wasstanding in this room. Dorothy gave her quick directions. "Get cleansheets, and make this bed up immediately, " she said. 

The girl started, but looked relieved at having anything explicit to do. She ran off to obey, and Dorothy came back to the sickroom. 

"Hush!" she said, going up to Mrs. Harvey, who was standing shaking fromhead to foot with dry sobs. "You must not give way like this; it is verywrong. Remember you have not only yourself to think of. " She bentforward and whispered a word in the young mother's ear. Mrs. Harveystarted, and with a violent effort controlled herself. 

"I see that you must not be separated from your child, " continuedDorothy--"at least, not at present. I am having a bed made up for you inthe dressing-room, where you will be within call. "

"Ah, yes, that's better, " said the poor lady--"that's much better. "

"Come, then, at once, " said Dorothy. She held out her hand. Mrs. Harveycrossed the room. She and Dorothy disappeared into the dressing-room. 

In ten minutes the nurse came back to Dr. Staunton. "I have undressedher, and she is in bed, " she said. "She is very weak, and in a terriblynervous condition; she ought to sleep for hours. Will you prepare acomposing draught for her it once?"

"Yes, " said the doctor; "I have brought some medicines with me. "

He went out of the room, and returned in a minute or two with a smalldose in a glass. 

Dorothy took it into the dressing-room. Mrs. Harvey's tired eyes wereshut already. 

"Now, you're to drink this, " said Dorothy, raising her head slightly. "Drink this--don't open your eyes. Trust. Lean on me, if you like. Believe me, that nothing would induce me not to call you if your childwere in real danger, but you must sleep now--sleep, and try to believethat all will be well. "

"You comfort me, nurse, " said Mrs. Harvey. "You are strong. I somehowbelieve in you. "

"You may do so, " said Dorothy. She bent down and kissed the hot lips. She absolutely forgot that she was only the nurse, and that the tiredwoman in the bed was a lady of high position. At such a moment as thisthey were only two women, two sisters. 

Dorothy waited for a moment to see the sleeping draught take effect, then, drawing down the blind, she left the room, closing the door softlybehind her. 

When she returned to the nursery, Dr. Staunton was bending over littleFreda, who had opened her eyes, and was moaning in terrible pain. 

"The fever is better, " he said, turning to the nurse; "the feverishstage is over, and of course, although we may expect and must guardagainst complications, there is no reason why the child should not dowell as far as that is concerned, but the state of the throat is thereal anxiety. I do not like to suggest such a terrible operation astracheotomy, but if the child does not get relief before long, I fearthere is no help for it, and it must be performed. "

Dorothy bent down and examined the little patient carefully. 

"I have had a good deal of experience in these cases, " she said, after apause, "and have found "--she mentioned a certain remedy which could beinhaled--"work wonders, especially in the cases of children. "

"I have not heard of it, " said Dr. Staunton, knitting his brows inanxiety, "but it sounds simple, and I see no harm in trying it. "

"It is very simple, " said Dorothy. "I should like to try it. "

The child moaned and tossed on her pillow. 

The doctor went out of the room to prepare the medicine which the nursehad recommended, and Dorothy called one of the frightened servants toher side. She told her that she meant to take the child up and walkabout the room with her in her arms. 

"While she is out of bed I will have the windows closed, " said thenurse, "and of course she must be well wrapped up in blankets. She maydrop off to sleep again in my arms; anyhow, the change of position andthe slight movement will be most refreshing to her. Will you make thebed and put on clean sheets while I am walking about with the child?"

The girl promised to obey. 

"It is very infectious, ain't it, miss?" she said suddenly. 

"It is in God's hands, " replied the nurse. 

There was a sound in her voice, a sort of thrill of strength, whichsubjugated the girl at once, and made her forget her fears. She obeyedthe nurse's directions with a will; and when, in an hour's time, Dr. Staunton returned with the remedy which Nurse Dorothy had suggested, hescarcely knew the sickroom. 

The little child had been laid back again in bed. Her long hair wascombed away from her pale, worn face, Dorothy had plaited it neatly; thelittle face was washed, and looked almost cool compared with its oldflushed and weary condition. The bed was neat, and in perfect order, with snowy sheets. The tired little head rested on a cool pillow. Dorothy and the maid had removed the carpets from the floor, and theroom was sprinkled with a disinfectant. Two of the windows were open, and a faint sweet breath of air from the garden outside blew into theroom. 

"Why, nurse, this is an admirable change, " said the doctor. 

"It is necessary, " replied Nurse Dorothy. "There is no chance ofrecovery without fresh air and a cool, quiet, calm atmosphere. I thinkRhoda"--she looked at the servant as she spoke--"will help me with thiscase, and I should like as few other people as possible in the room. Ihave promised Mrs. Harvey to call her if there is any change for theworse in the child, but my impression is she will soon be better. "

"God grant it!" said the doctor. 

"What a blessing a good, properly-trained nurse is!" he thought, as hewent off to the room which had been prepared for him, and where he wasglad to take an hour or two of much-needed rest. 

CHAPTER IV. 

All through the long hours of that day Dorothy watched by the sickchild. The child was on the Borderland. Her life hung in the balance--afeather's weight on either side and she would go to the country fromwhich there is no return, or she would become well again. Dorothy'sefforts were directed to turning the balance in the scale toward life. 

Notwithstanding all her care, however, and all the alleviations whichshe used, the sick child suffered and moaned terribly. The awful stateof the throat, the terrible prostration caused by this form of bloodpoisoning, were no light foes to have to beat and conquer. But unceasingcare presently produced a happy result, and toward evening the hightemperature went down a couple of degrees, and the child's breathingbecame less difficult. 

"I believe she will recover, " said Dorothy, looking at Dr. Staunton, who had just come into the room. "I hope you agree with me, doctor, inthinking that she is rather better?"

"Yes, " replied the doctor, "she is better; she is less feverish, and herbreathing is easier. You have done wonders already. "

"What happy news for her poor mother! I am so glad that I can tell herthat the child is really better, " said Dorothy. "I want to induce her togive the little creature altogether into my care for the present, andnot to come near her again unless a change for the worse should set in. I hear Mrs. Harvey stirring now in the next room, so she may be in atany moment. May I speak to her, doctor? Do you give me leave to tell herthat her child is on the mend, and that you would rather she kept out ofthe room?"

"I would do anything in the world to keep her out of the room, " said thedoctor. "Yes, I give you full leave to say what you please. You wouldhave more influence with her than I should have. I am almost as great astranger to her as you are. Use your strongest influence, nurse--do whatyou can. I believe in you. I am sure she will do the same. "

"I'll go into the day nursery and wash my hands before I see Mrs. Harvey, " said Dorothy. 

She was scarcely a moment away. In a couple of minutes she was standingby Mrs. Harvey's bed. 

Exhausted by her days and nights of watching, the tired-out mother hadslept all through the long hours of the day. She opened her eyes nowwith a start. Healing sleep had done wonders for her--the dewy look ofyouth had come back to her face; her beautiful blue eyes were fixed fora moment on Dorothy with a puzzled expression of non-recognition. 

"Where am I? What has happened?" she asked in a startled voice. 

"You have just had a lovely sleep, " said Dorothy. "You'll be all thebetter for it. "

"And who are you? I cannot quite collect my thoughts--I know somethinghas happened. Who are you? I cannot remember you. "

"I am the nurse who is taking care of your dear little girl. She isbetter. "

"Oh, yes, now I remember, " said Mrs. Harvey. She sat up in bed andclasped her hands tightly. 

"It was wrong of me to sleep so long, " she said, "but I won't be a momentgetting dressed; I must go back to the child at once. "

"Will you come to your room?" said Dorothy. "You can change your dressthere. I know Mr. Harvey is most anxious that you should dine with himthis evening. "

"Dine with my husband!--have dinner? But Freda is ill; she is at death'sdoor. "

"She is ill undoubtedly, but she is better; she is on the mend. I amtaking good care of her. Don't you trust me?"

"Oh, yes, I trust you; but I must go back to her. Don't talk to me ofdinner; I could not eat. Is it really evening? Oh, now I remembereverything--at last I remember! We have been in agony. We have livedthrough such a week. We have been down in the depths, truly. Yes, yes, Irecollect it all--my little child, my only little child, my darling, mytreasure! Oh, nurse, you should not have allowed me to sleep on all day, you should have called me; she may have been wanting me. But you say sheis better--better; but perhaps Dr. Staunton--oh, I am frightened! Areyou keeping anything from me? Oh, my head, my poor head! I shall gomad; I shall lose my senses. "

"No, dear Mrs. Harvey, " said Dorothy; "I have good news for you, notbad. Freda is really better--she is less feverish, and her throat doesnot hurt her so badly. I don't pretend that she is yet out of danger, but if she continues to improve as she has done during the last seven oreight hours, she will be out of danger before long. Now I want you totake care of yourself and to trust your child to me. "

"Oh, I cannot give the child up to anyone. You must not keep me from heranother moment. I am not a bit hungry, but I'll have something to eat inher room if you'll bring it to me. How awfully my darling must havemissed me!--she is such a child for her mother. Let me go to her atonce--my dear little treasure!"

"Dr. Staunton is very anxious that you should not go to her to-night. "

"How can he dare to keep a mother from her child? Here, give me mydress, will you? I tell you that nothing will keep me from the room. Iam sure you are deceiving me. "

"Do you really think I would deceive you?" said Dorothy. "Before youwent to sleep you promised to trust me. Look at me now--look into myeyes. I have nursed a great many sick children--I have seen many mothersin agony--I have never deceived one. When the truth was good I have toldit; when it was bad I have also told it. I am not deceiving you, Mrs. Harvey. "

Poor Mrs. Harvey's dazed and frightened eyes gazed into Dorothy's strongface. Its repose, its calm, impressed her. She was in an overstrung andhighly hysterical state. She burst into tears. 

"I do trust you, nurse, " she said, with a great sob. "I trust you, andI bless you. I know my dear little one is better. Oh, thank God; thankthe great and good God! But, dear nurse, I must go to her. You aretired, and I am quite rested and refreshed. I'll spend the night withthe child, and you can go to bed. "

"No, dear madam; I cannot resign the care of the child to anyone. I amusing a certain remedy in the form of a spray which no one in this houseunderstands but me. If that remedy--which has made the child better--isnot continued unceasingly during the whole of this night, her throatwill get as bad as ever, and there will be no hope of her recovery. Iwant you, Mrs. Harvey, to sleep to-night, and leave the child in mycare, I wish this, and the doctor wishes it, and I am sure, if you askedyour husband, he would tell you that he wished the same. You are notrequired to do anything for little Freda, and it is your duty to takecare of yourself. If she gets worse, I promise to come for you--Ipromise this, Mrs. Harvey. Now, will you go to your room and dress, andthen go downstairs and have some dinner? In the morning I expect to havesplendid news for you. "

Mrs. Harvey clasped her hands in perplexity and uncertainty. 

"It is dreadful to keep a mother from her child, " she said; "andyet--and yet----"

"And yet in this case it is right, " said Dorothy. "You must rememberthat you have not only Freda to think of. There is your husband, and----"

"Oh, yes, I know; there is my poor little unhappy baby, but I cannotlove it as I love Freda. "

"Still you owe it a duty. It is not right of you to do anything to riskits life or your own. When it comes to you, you will see how dearly youlove it. Now, please, let me take you to your room. "

"But may I not take one peep at my little treasure?"

"She is asleep just now, and you may wake her. Please let me take you toyour room. "

Mrs. Harvey staggered to her feet. 

"I trust you, nurse, " she said, with a wistful sort of look. "You willremember your promise?"

"I will; nothing in the world will make me go back from my word. Now, come with me. "

Dorothy led Mrs. Harvey away. They walked down the corridor together. The nurse opened a baize door, which shut away the nurseries from therest of the house, and a moment later found herself standing in Mrs. Harvey's luxurious bedroom. Her maid was there, and Dorothy asked her tohelp her mistress to dress. 

"What dress will you wear, madam?" asked the girl. 

"Anything--it doesn't matter what, " replied Mrs. Harvey. 

"Yes, it matters a great deal, " said Dorothy. "You ought to wear apretty dress; I think it is your duty to do so. You have got to think ofthe Squire. Nothing will please him and reassure him more than to seeyou coming down to dinner looking bright and pretty in one of your nicedresses. "

"Really, nurse, you amaze me"--began Mrs. Harvey, but then the shadow ofa smile crept into her eyes. "I don't think you would talk like that ifyou did not really think Freda would get well, " she exclaimed suddenly. 

"My impression is that she will get well, " replied Dorothy, "Now, pleaseput on one of your pretty dresses. "

"That pink dress with the lace ruffles, Martin, " said Mrs. Harvey, turning to the maid. She got up as she spoke, walked across the room, and put her arms round Dorothy's white neck. 

"You are a very brave woman, " she said. "You are someone to lean on. Itrests me to lean on you--I love you already. "

"And I love you, " said Dorothy in her simple, direct fashion. "God hasgiven you to me to take care of just now, and I fully believe that yoursweet little girl will be spared to you. Now, I see you are going to bevery brave and good yourself, and I'll go back to the child. I ought notto be too long away from her. "

All through the night that followed, the nurse persevered in theremedies which were slowly but surely undermining the awful bloodpoisoning. Slowly but surely, as the hours advanced, the fell diseaselost its power, the choking sensation grew less and less in the throat, the horrible fungus-like membrane became absorbed, and the child, exhausted, worn to a little shadow, dropped toward morning into apeaceful and natural sleep. 

"From my heart, I believe I have conquered, " thought Dorothy. She sankon her knees by the bedside. She felt worn-out herself. Never before hadshe nursed a case like this. Never before had she gone through such ahand-to-hand fight with death. The child was far gone when she arrived. The diphtheria was particularly acute, and the poor little frame wasalready terribly weakened by the sharp attack of scarlet fever. 

"Another twelve hours, and nothing would have saved her, " murmuredDorothy. "Oh, I thank Thee, my God!--I thank Thee for this mercy! Oh, what a joy it is to feel that I can give this child back to her mother!"

Dorothy remained by the bedside. Her head was bowed on her hands. Someone touched her on her shoulder--she looked up, and met the keeneyes of Dr. Staunton. He was looking dreadfully pale and tired himself. 

"See, " said Dorothy, rising and pointing to the child, "she is notfeverish now, she sleeps sweetly. "

"She will recover, " said the doctor. "Thank the Almighty!"

"I believe she will certainly recover, " replied Dorothy. 

"It is your doing, nurse. "

"With God's blessing, " she answered, bowing her head. 

The doctor asked her one or two more questions. 

"Now, the thing is, to keep up her strength, " said Dorothy inconclusion. "She must have every imaginable form of nourishment. Butthat can be done, for I mean to undertake the management of her foodmyself. Please, Dr. Staunton, will you tell Mrs. Harvey the good newsthat her child is out of danger?"

"Yes, " said the doctor; "but ought not that to be your own reward?"

"No, no; I don't want to go near her. I wish you to do all in your powerto keep her from the room. I believe that when she knows that her childis really on the mend she will be guided by your wishes and those of herhusband. I have a kind of feeling, --I may be wrong, of course, --but Ihave a kind of feeling that God will stay His hand in this matter, andthat the plague will not spread. Now, the thing is to think of themother. I suppose you will attend to her when her baby is born?"

"She has asked me to do so. "

"Then, don't you think, " said Dorothy, after a pause forreflection, --"don't you think you might leave little Freda to me? I amwilling to be shut up in this part of the house with the child and oneof the maids, a girl called Rhoda, who has been most helpful to meduring the last twenty-four hours. If you are wanted, doctor, you are onthe spot; but, unless there is occasion, don't you think it would bebest for you not to come into this room?"

"It would be certainly the safest course as regards the mother, " pursuedthe doctor in a thoughtful tone. "You are a wonderful woman, nurse. I'llgo and consult the Squire. "

CHAPTER V. 

One day, a week after the events related in the last chapter, Dr. Staunton suddenly walked into the little parlor where Effie and hermother were sitting together. 

Effie sprang up at sight of him. Some needlework over which she had beenbusy fell to the floor. A rush of color came into her cheeks. 

"Oh, father, father!" she exclaimed, "how delightful it is to see youagain! Oh, how glad we are! Is little Freda really better? How is Mrs. Harvey? And--have you come back to stay, father?"

"I can't answer such a lot of questions all together, child, " said thedoctor, with a smile. "Yes, I have come home to stay. The fact is, I amtired out, and simply with doing nothing. Ever since that blessed angelof a woman, Dorothy Fraser, came to The Grange, there has been little ornothing for me to do. Yes, that's a fact; I am worn-out with doingnothing. I should like a cup of tea beyond anything. Make it strong forme, my dear--strong and fragrant. "

"The kettle is boiling, " said Effie. "I won't be a minute. Oh, it isdelightful to have you back!" She ran out of the room, shutting the doorsoftly behind her. 

Dr. Staunton went over and sat on the sofa by his wife. 

"At last, my darling, " he said, putting his arms round her, "I am safeback again. You see that for yourself, thank God. "

"Thank God, John, " replied Mrs. Staunton. "I have missed you, " sherepeated. 

She held out both her thin hands. The doctor put his own strong, sinewyhands round them. He clasped them tightly. 

"Oh, how hot you are!" she said, starting back and looking anxiously athim. "Your fingers almost burn me. "

"I am simply tired, that's all, " he replied, --"tired out with doingnothing. I don't believe The Grange is a wholesome place; it is big andgrand and richly furnished, but the air does not suit me. I suspectthere is something wrong with the drains. The drains are probably at theroot of all this mischief to poor little Freda, but let us forget allthat now. Let me look at you, wife. How are you? Why, you look bonnie, bonnie!"

He stretched out his hand and passed it gently over his wife's fadedcheek. "I have been thinking of you morning, noon, and night, " he said. "You have never been out of my thoughts for a moment, you and thechildren--that dear little Effie in particular, but the other childrentoo. I had time to pause and consider during those days of waiting atThe Grange, and I could not help remembering that, if anything happenedto me, there were five children unprovided for--five children, and you, Mary, with the strength of a mouse in you. "

"That's all you know, " replied Mrs. Staunton, with a little show ofspirit. "I am better; I have made wonderful progress during the last fewdays. You can't think what a good nurse Effie has been--the mostconsiderate, the most thoughtful, the most kind and clever darling youcan possibly imagine. She manages the whole house; our servants would doanything for her, and the children love her so much that it is apleasure to them to obey her. She has that wonderful and invaluableknack in a woman, she never teases or worries; she just contrives toturn people round her little finger, without their knowing anythingabout it themselves. But now don't let us talk any more about Effie andme. I want to hear your news. How is Mrs. Harvey? How has she borne thedeath of her poor little baby?"

"It lived just two hours after its birth, " said the doctor, with a sadlook on his face. "The shock the poor mother underwent evidently hadsome effect upon it. Well, she is getting on splendidly--she seemed toknow from the first that her poor little baby would not live, but asFreda is doing so well, not a murmuring word has passed her lips. She isa sweet young woman, and I am thankful to say I don't believe she took ascrap of infection from poor little Freda. "

"And the little one; is she continuing to get better?"

"She is doing magnificently--thanks to that fine creature, DorothyFraser. I never came across such a woman. If you only saw, Mary, thestate of hopeless confusion, of pandemonium--for it really amounted tothat--of that wretched house the morning Miss Fraser arrived; if youcould only have seen the condition of the sickroom, and then have goneinto it two hours later, why, it was like stepping from the infernalregions into paradise. The order of the sickroom seemed to affect thewhole house. The servants ceased to be in a state of panic, the mealswere properly cooked, the Squire came back to his normal condition, andMrs. Harvey became quite cheerful. In short, except for the loss of herpoor little one, she seems to have had no ill effects from the terriblestrain she has undergone. Little Freda is making rapid marches towardrecovery, and I do not at present see the slightest trace of the diseasespreading through the house. "

"Have you seen Freda often?" asked Mrs. Staunton. 

"No; that good soul simply forbade it--I was like wax in her hands. Ofcourse her reason was a very legitimate one, or I should not havesubmitted to it, for it would not have been safe for me to have attendedto Mrs. Harvey coming straight from the child's room. All is now goingon well at The Grange, and I can come home and rest. "

"I wish you did not look so dreadfully worn out, " said Mrs. Staunton. 

"Oh, the home air will soon pull me together. Heigh-ho! here you come, my good angel, and the tea is more than welcome. "

The doctor sank back in his deep armchair. 

Effie placed the fragrant tea on the table, and, pouring out a cup, brought it to her father. She had made crisp toast as well, but he didnot care to eat. 

"Thank you, child, " he said; "I am not hungry. The meals up at thatplace are preposterous--nothing short of preposterous. There is no doubtwhatever that far more people die from eating too much than from eatingtoo little. I wonder the Squire has a scrap of digestion left--heavymeat breakfasts, heavy meat luncheons, and then a groaning dinner at theend of the day. Such meals, and practically nothing to do for them!--forwhat has a man of that sort to occupy his time beyond what one wouldcall fiddle-faddle? Well, this tea is refreshing; I will go for a walkafterward. And now tell me, Effie, have you heard anything about mypatients?"

"Mr. Edwards called this morning, and said they were all doing well, "said Effie. "The little Beels have got whooping-cough, but I do notthink anyone else is ill. Of course poor Mrs. Watson is much as usual, but hers is a chronic case. "

"Ah, yes, poor soul, "--the doctor gave an apprehensive glance toward hiswife. "I cannot call to see Mrs. Watson for a day or two, " he said; "notthat there is the least scrap of infection, for I changed everythingbefore I came home, but in her state it would not do to make her feelnervous. Well, wife and daughter, it is good to see you both again; andnow I am going out for a stroll. "

The doctor left the room. Effie stood by the table. She was putting backhis empty cup on the tray, and preparing to take the things into thekitchen, when her mother spoke. 

"What is the matter with your father?" she said in a husky voice. 

Effie slightly turned her back. "He is just tired, " she answered;"that's all. "

"Put down that tray, Effie, and come here, " said her mother. 

Effie obeyed. 

"Yes, mother, " she said. "Now, mother darling, you are not going to getnervous?"

"No, no, I am not nervous, " said Mrs. Staunton, --her lips trembledslightly, --"I am not nervous. Nothing shall make me show nervousness orweakness of any sort in a time of real extremity. But, Effie, child, Iknow something. "

"What in the world do you know, mother?" Effie tried to smile. 

"Your father is ill. The unimportant people have escaped, but he hastaken this complaint. He is ill, Effie--I know it. "

"Now, mother, is that likely?" said Effie. "Father comes home tired, hehas gone through a great deal of anxiety--has he not all his life beenexposed to infection of all kinds? Why should he be ill now? Besides, ifhe were ill, he would say so. Mother, darling, I cannot listen to thiskind of talk. "

"All right, my dear, I will say no more. It sometimes happens so, Effie. Lives we think of no account are spared--spared on indefinitely. The onelife on which so many others hang is taken. "

"Mother, I do not understand you. "

"I understand myself, " said Mrs. Staunton. "I know what I fear. Nay, Ido not fear it--I rise up with strength to meet it. You will see, Effie, dear, that your mother is no coward in any real danger. "

"You are a dear, " said Effie. "You are the best and most unselfishmother in the world. I feel ashamed of myself when I see how bravely youstruggle against the weakness and the anxiety which must be yours, moreor less, always. But now, mother, dear, you will not look trouble inthe face before it comes--you will not meet it halfway. If you arereally better, come out into the garden, and we will take a turn beforedinner. "

"Very well, my dear. "

"I want to show you the sweet-peas that have come up in the southborder, " continued Effie. "Come, let us talk of pleasant things, and becheerful when father comes home. "

"Oh, I will be perfectly cheerful, " said Mrs. Staunton. 

She went into the good-sized garden at the back of the little cottage, and began with nervous, energetic fingers to pick some flowers, and toarrange them in a big nosegay. 

"We will put these in the center of the supper-table, " she said. "Ishould like to have everything as bright and cheerful as possible foryour father to-night. "

"Yes, that's capital, " said Effie. 

"We ought to have something particularly good for him to eat, Effie. "

"But, mother, he said he wasn't hungry. You remember how he complainedof having so many meals at The Grange. "

"Yes, yes, he always was a most abstemious man; but I know what he nevercan resist, and that is cold raspberry tart and cream. There are plentyof raspberries ripe in the plantation--I will gather some, and I'll makethe pastry for the tart myself. "

"Very well, mother; but is it well for you to fag yourself picking thoseraspberries, and then making the tart?"

"I want to make it--I should love to make it. I used to be famed for mypastry. My mother used to say, 'You have a light hand for pastry, Mary. ' I remember so well when I made my first tart. I was justfifteen--it was my fifteenth birthday. Mother showed me how to do it;and I remember how the water ran all over the pastry-board. Afterward Iwas the best hand at pastry in the house. Yes, I'll make the tartmyself. Here is sixpence, Effie; run to the dairy and get some cream. And listen, love, as you go through the house you might tell Jane to getthe pastry-board ready. "

"All right, mother, I'll tell her to put it in the larder. You must notgo into the hot kitchen to make that tart. "

"Very well, child, I'll remember. Now run and get the cream. "

Effie left her mother standing by the raspberry plantation. She waspulling the ripe raspberries and dropping them into a large cabbage leafwhich she held. Her slender but weak figure was drawn up to its fullheight. There was a look of nervous energy about her which Effie had notobserved for many a long day. The curious phase into which her motherhad entered had an alarming effect upon the young girl. It frightenedher far more than her father's look of lassitude and the burning touchof his hands. She tried to turn her thoughts from it. After all, whyshould she become nervous herself, and meet trouble halfway?

She went across the village street, and entering the pretty dairy, askedfor the cream. 

"Is it true, Miss Staunton, that the doctor has come back again?" askedthe woman of the shop, as she handed her the jug of cream across thecounter. 

"Yes, Mrs. Pattens, it is quite true, " replied Effie. "There's good newsnow at The Grange. Mrs. Harvey is doing splendidly, and little Freda isnearly well again. "

"Well, it is a good thing the doctor can be spared, " said the woman; "wewant him bad enough here, and it seemed cruel-like that he should havebeen sort of buried alive at The Grange. "

"He is only able to be spared now, " said Effie, "because he has securedthe services of a very wonderful nurse. "

"Oh, one of the Fraser girls, " said the woman, in a tone ofcontempt--"those newcomers, who have not been settled in the place abovea year. For my part, I don't hold with lady-nurses. I am told they areall stuck-up and full of airs, and that they need a sight more waitingon than the patients themselves. When you get a lady-nurse into thehouse you have to think more of the nurse than of the patient, that'swhat I am told. "

"It is not true, " replied Effie, her eyes flashing angrily--"at least, "she continued, "it is not true in the case of Nurse Fraser. You must getmy father to talk to you about her some day. I am afraid I haven't timeto spare now. Good-evening, Mrs. Pattens. "

Effie went home with her jug of cream. Mrs. Staunton was still in thelarder making the raspberry tart. Effie went and watched her, as herlong thin fingers dabbled in the flour, manipulated the roller, spreadout the butter, and presently produced a light puff paste, which, asEffie expressed it, looked almost as if you could blow it away. 

"That's the best raspberry tart I have ever made, " said Mrs. Staunton. "Now we will put it in the oven. "

CHAPTER VI. 

The raspberry tart was put in the oven, and Mrs. Staunton went upstairsto her own room. 

She was a woman, who, as a rule, utterly disregarded dress. She gave butlittle thought to her personal appearance. Like many other women of themiddle class, she had sunk since her marriage from the trim, pretty girlto the somewhat slatternly matron. 

Nothing could destroy the sweet comeliness of her face, however, but inthe struggle for life she and Fashion had fallen out--Fashion went inone direction, and Mrs. Staunton strayed gently in another. She did notmind whether her dress was cut according to the mode or not--shescarcely looked at her faded but still pretty face. Now and then thistrait in her mother's character vexed Effie. Effie adored her mother, she thought her the most beautiful of women, and anything that took fromher sweet charms annoyed her. 

This evening, however, Mrs. Staunton made a careful and deliberatetoilet. 

She removed her dowdy black dress, and, opening a drawer in herwardrobe, took out a soft gray silk which lay folded between tissuepaper and sprigs of lavender. She put the dress on, and fastened softlace ruffles round her throat and at her wrists. The dress transformedher. It toned with all her faded charms. She put a real lace cap overher still thick and pretty hair, and, going down to the little parlor, sat upright on one of the chairs near the window which looked into thegarden. 

Effie came in presently, and started when she saw her mother. 

"Why, mother, " she said, "how sweet, how sweet you look!" She went overand kissed her. Mrs. Staunton returned her embrace very quietly. 

"It is for your father, " she said. "He would like me to look nice--I amsure he'd like us all to look nice to-night. Go upstairs, Effie, dear, and put on your pretty blue muslin. And you, Agnes, I wish you to wearyour Sunday frock. "

Agnes, who had bounded into the room at this moment, stopped short inastonishment. 

"Are we all going to a party?" she asked, excitement in her tone. 

"No, no; but your father has come home. "

"Only father! what does that matter?" Agnes lolled on to the sofa andcrossed her legs. "I want to read over my lecture for the High School. Ican't be bothered to change my dress!" she exclaimed. 

"Yes, Aggie, go at once when mother wishes you, " said Effie. "Go and puton your Sunday frock, and tell Katie to do the same, and ask Susan toput the younger children into their white dresses. Go at once; motherwishes it. "

Agnes flung herself out of the room, muttering. 

Effie looked again at her mother. 

She did not notice her, she was smiling softly to herself, and lookingout at the garden. Effie felt her heart sink lower and lower. 

She went gravely upstairs, put on her blue dress, brushed out her brightdark hair, and, looking her sweetest and freshest, came downstairsagain. Mrs. Staunton was still sitting by the window. Her cheeks wereflushed, her eyes were unusually bright. She looked twenty years youngerthan she had done two hours ago--she looked beautiful. The soul seemedto shine out of her face. When Effie came in, she stood up restlesslyand looked at the supper table. 

"Yes, " she said, "it is just as he likes it--the fragrant coffee, theraspberry tart and the jug of cream, the new-laid eggs, the brown loafand the fresh butter. A simple sort of meal--yes, quite simple and verywholesome. Very homelike, that's the word. Effie, there never was such ahomelike sort of man as your father. Give him home and you fill hisheart. This supper table is just what he will like best. He does notcare for new-fangled things. He is old-fashioned--he is the best of men, Effie, the best of men. "

"He will be glad to see you in your nice dress, mother--he is so proudof you--he thinks you are so lovely. "

"So I am in his eyes, " said Mrs. Staunton in a wistful voice. "I amold-fashioned like himself, and this dress is old-fashioned too. It wasa pretty dress when it was made up. Let me see, that was twelve yearsago--we went to Margate for a week, and he bought me the dress. He tookgreat pains in choosing the exact shade of gray; he wanted it to besilver gray--he said his mother used to wear silver gray when she sat inthe porch on summer evenings. Yes, this dress is like a piece of oldlavender--it reminds me of the past, of the sunny, happy past. I havehad such a happy life, Effie--never a cross word said, never a dour lookgiven me. Love has surrounded me from the moment of my marriage untilnow. I feel young to-night, and I am going to be happy, very happy. Thechildren must look their best too. Run up, darling, to the nursery andsee that Susan is doing them justice--they are pretty children everyone of them, worthy of your father. Now, let me see, would not a fewroses improve this table? That great jug of sweet peas in the middle isjust what he likes, but we might have roses and mignonette as well. I'llgo and gather a bunch of those Banksia roses which grow in front of thehouse. "

"You'll tire yourself, mother. Let me go. "

"No; I never felt stronger than I do to-night. I'd like to pick themmyself. "

Mrs. Staunton went out of doors. She cut great sprays from the Banksiarose and brought them back with her. She placed them in a brown jug, andstood the jug on the table. Then she opened both windows wide, and leftthe door ajar. There was the sweetest smell wafted through the room--thesweet peas, roses, mignonette, seemed to be floating in the air. 

The children all came down dressed in their Sunday frocks. They lookedpuzzled, uncomfortable, awed. One and all asked the same question:

"Is it a party, mother? Are any visitors coming to tea?"

"No. No!" replied the mother to each in his or her turn. "It is onlyyour father who has come home, and it is right that we should give him awelcome. "

When she had answered the last of the children, Dr. Staunton entered theroom. 

He started at the pretty sight which met his eyes. The room and thetemptingly laid out supper table--the children in their bestdresses--the old wife in her gray silk--looked to him the most beautifulsight his eyes had ever rested on. 

What was all this festival about?--he drew himself up hastily--a sortof shudder went through him. In spite of his efforts his voice wasterribly husky. 

"Are we going to have company?" he asked, with a twinkle in his eyes. All the other eyes looked back at him--he knew perfectly well evenbefore the children burst out with the news, that he himself was thecompany. 

"You have come back, father, and mother says we are to look our verybest, " exclaimed little Phil. 

"All right, Phil, I am more than agreeable, " replied the doctor. "Nowyou must excuse me, good folk. I am bound in duty to do honor to allthis company splendor, by washing my hands and putting on mySunday-go-to-meeting coat. "

"Effie, you may fetch the coffee, " said her mother. 

The supper that followed was a merry meal--Dr. Staunton told his beststories--they were capped by his wife's. Effie laughed as if she hadnever heard them before, and the children made themselves riotouslyagreeable. 

When the meal was at an end, Dr. Staunton and his wife went out into thegarden at the back of the house. He drew his arm round her waist, andthey walked up and down together on the little rose path at the top ofthe garden. 

Effie watched them from the parlor window. There was a queer lump in herthroat. She could not get over the strange sensation of nervousness andcoming disaster. The foreboding which filled her could not be foughtdown. She had laughed almost against her will at supper-time, but nowshe ceased to smile--she no longer made the faintest attempt to becheerful. She hated the pretty room, and the sweet-peas, and the rosesand mignonette. 

The children were idly lolling about. She turned, and spoke almostcrossly. 

"Don't you know, Aggie, that it is long past the younger children's hourfor staying up? Can't you make yourself useful for once, and go up andput them to bed?"

"Can't you come, Effie--we'd much rather have you, " said little Phil andWalter, the brother next in age. "Agnes is so cross, she pulls our hairso when she combs it out. "

"I don't, you bad boys!" exclaimed Agnes, coloring high. "Won't I giveit to you next time we are alone for saying that!"

"She does, Effie; she does indeed, " said little Phil, running up to hiselder sister, and clasping his arms round her light blue dress. 

"Don't, Phil; you will spoil my pretty frock!" she cried. 

"Why, you are cross too, " he answered, looking up at her. He was sostartled and amazed at this new tone in Effie's voice, that words failedhim altogether for a minute. It seemed to him as if a castle of cardshad tumbled all over his head, and as if he stood in the middle of theruins. If Effie were going to turn nasty, according to Phil's idea, there was nothing further to be looked for in life. Walter, however, whowas older, had more discernment than his little brother. 

"Effie has a headache, " he said; "can't you see that she has a headache?We'll be very good indeed, Effie, if Agnes will put us to bed. "

"Come along, then, " said Agnes, scuttling them out of the room in frontof her. "You must be quick about it, for I have not half prepared myto-morrow's lessons. Now then, out you go. "

The children disappeared. 

The room was once more empty, except for the silent figure who stood inthe window. She could catch a glimpse of her father and mother walkingup and down in the garden. Presently the two approached the house. Mrs. Staunton went straight upstairs to her room, and the doctor returned tothe parlor. 

"Your mother is very tired to-night, Effie, " he said in a grave voice. 

He sat down in the armchair just where he could smell the sweet-peas andthe Banksia roses. 

"Yes, " he continued, "I am anxious about her. " There was not a trace nowof any of the jollity which had marked him at supper. His face was grayand worn--his voice decidedly husky. That huskiness in her father'svoice went like a stab to Effie's heart. She shut the door and went andstood by his side. 

"Don't you think you had better go upstairs and help your mother to getto bed?"

"No; she likes best to be alone, " replied Effie. "I want to sit by you. What is the matter with your throat?"

"My throat!--why?"

"You are so husky. "

"I am dead beat, that's the truth of it. I am as weak as a cat, and forno earthly reason. Don't bother about my throat, it will be all rightafter I have had a good night's rest. I tell you, Effie, I never saw achild so ill as that little Freda Harvey. That woman who nursed her isan angel--an angel. "

"I didn't say too much about her, father, did I?" said Effie, with alittle note of triumph coming into her voice even in the midst of heranxiety. 

"That you didn't, my darling--she is one of God's angels and I say 'Godbless her!' Now I want to talk about your mother. "

"Yes, father, " said Effie, laying her hand on his. She started back themoment she did so. The evening was a very hot one, and touching thedoctor's hand was like clasping fire. 

"How you burn!" she exclaimed. 

"That's weakness, " he said. "I shall take some bromide to-night; I amcompletely worn-out, shaken, and all that sort of thing. Now, Effie, don't interrupt me. I wish to talk to you of your mother. Are youprepared to listen?"

"Of course, father. "

"She has been talking of you--she says you have got an idea into yourhead that you ought to make more of your life than you can make of itstaying at home, and being the blessing of the house, and the joy of mylife and of hers. "

"Oh, father, father, I did wish it, " said Effie, tears springing intoher eyes. "I did long for it, but I'll give it up, I'll give it all upif it makes you and mother unhappy. "

"But it doesn't, my dear. The old birds cannot expect to keep the youngones in the nest for ever and ever. Your mother spoke very sensiblyto-night. I never saw any woman so altered for the time being. She wouldnot let me imagine there was a thing the matter with her, and she spokeall the time about you, as though she wanted to plead with me, yourfather, to give you a happy life. Do you think I would deny it to you, my dear little girl?"

"No, father; you have never denied me anything. "

"I have never denied what was for your good, sweetheart. "

Dr. Staunton clasped Effie to his breast. She flung her arms round himwith a sudden tight pressure. 

"Easy, easy!" he exclaimed; "you are half-choking me. My breathingcertainly feels oppressed--I must have taken a chill. I'll get off tobed as fast as I can. No, child, you need not be alarmed. I have oftennoticed this queer development of hoarseness in people who have longbreathed the poisonous air which surrounds diphtheria and scarlet fever, but in my case the hoarseness means nothing. Now, Effie, let me say aword or two to you. I don't know what the future has in it--it isimpossible for any of us to know the future, and I say, thank God forthe blessed curtain which hides it from our view; but whatever it has init, my child, I wish you to understand that you are to do your best withyour life. Make it full if you can--in any case make it blessed. A monthago, I will admit frankly, I did not approve of lady-nurses. After mywonderful experience, however, with Dorothy Fraser, I must say that Ihave completely changed my opinion. The girl with heart and nerve, withcommon sense, with an unselfish spirit, can be a nurse whatever herstation in life. If to these qualifications she adds the refinements ofgood breeding and the education of a lady, she is the best of all. "

"Hurrah!" cried Effie--tears filled her eyes. "What a grand triumph forDorothy!" she exclaimed. 

"She deserves every word I have said of her. If she wishes to take youback with her to London when she goes, --if that is what is now at thebottom of your heart, --go, child, with my blessing. We shall miss you athome, of course, but we are not worth our salt if we are going to beselfish. "

"You never, never were that, " said Effie. 

"Now I have one more thing to say--it is about your mother. I have neverreally told you my true fears about her. You know, of course, that shesuffers from weakness of the heart. At present that weakness springsfrom no organic source, but of late there have been symptoms which makeme fear that the functional mischief may be developed into the moreserious organic form of disease, should any shock be given her. It isthat fear which haunts my life--I could not live without your mother, child. Effie, child. I could not live without her. "

The doctor's voice suddenly broke--he bowed his head on his hands, and abroken sort of groan escaped his lips. 

"We'll take all possible care of her, " said Effie. "She shall not haveany pain, nor fear, nor anxiety. "

"I know you will do your best, " said the doctor; "but if you leaveher----"

"I'll never leave her if it is to injure her--there, I have promised. "

"You are a good girl. I trust you. I lean on you. Your mother could notlive through an anxiety--a great fear, a great trouble would kill her. "

"It shan't come, " said Effie. 

"God grant it may not come, " said the doctor in his husky voice. 

He rose suddenly to his feet. 

"I must go to bed, " he said. "I have not had a real proper sleep fornights and nights. By the way, Effie, you know, of course, that my lifeis insured for a thousand pounds. If--if at any time that should beneeded, it will be there; it is best for you to know. "

"I wish you would not talk about it, father. "

"Very well, I won't; but talking about things doesn't bring trouble anynearer. I hold it as an article of faith that each man should arrangeall he can for the future of his family. Arranging for the future neverhastens matters. There is a God above. He has led me all my days. Itrust Him absolutely. I submit to His mighty will. "

The doctor left the room--his broad back was bowed--he walked slowly. 

Effie stood near the door of the little parlor, watching him, until hisgray head was lost to view. Then she went back and sat on the oldhorse-hair sofa, with her hands clasped tightly before her. 

"My father is the best man in the world, " she murmured under her breath. "I never met anyone like my father--so simple--so straightforward--sofull of real feeling--so broad in his views. Talk of a sequestered lifemaking a man narrower; there never was a man more open to realconviction than father. The fact is, no girl ever had better parentsthan I have; and the wonderful thing is that they give me leave to go, and take their blessing with me. It is wonderful--it is splendid. Agnesmust be taught to do my present work. I'll train her for the next threemonths; and then, perhaps, in the winter I can join Dorothy in London. Dear father, he is nervous about mother; but while he is there, no harmcan come to her. I do not believe one could live without the other. Well, well, I feel excited and nervous myself. I had better followfather's example, and go to bed. "

CHAPTER VII. 

Effie's little room faced the east. She never drew down her blind atnight, and the sun was shining all over her face when her mother came inthe next morning to call her. 

Mrs. Staunton, standing in her nightdress in the middle of the room, called Effie in a shrill voice. 

"What in the world is the matter?" said her daughter, sitting up, andpushing back her hair from her eyes. 

"What I feared, " said Mrs. Staunton. "I am not going to break down;don't think it for a minute. I am as well as possible. " She trembled allover as she spoke. There was a purple spot on one cheek, the other wasdeadly pale. A blue tint surrounded her lips. "I am perfectly well, "continued Mrs. Staunton, breathing in a labored way. "It is only that Ihave got a bit of a---- Your father is ill, Effie. He has gotit--the--dip--dip--diphtheria. He is almost choking. Get up, child; getup. "

"Yes, mother, " said Effie. 

She tumbled out of bed. Her pretty cheeks were flushed with sleep; hereyes, bright and shining, turned toward the eastern light for a moment. 

"Oh, mother, " she said, with a sudden burst of feeling, "do, do let uskeep up our courage! Nothing will save him if we lose our courage, mother. "

"We won't, " said Mrs. Staunton; "and that's what I came to speak about. He must have good nursing--the very best. Effie, I want you to get MissFraser to come here. "

"Miss Fraser! But will she leave little Freda Harvey?"

"She must leave her--the child is completely out of danger--anyone cannurse her now. She must leave her and come here, and you must go andfetch her. Your father may lose his life in the cause of that littlechild. There is not a moment to lose--get up, Effie. You can go at onceto The Grange. Go, go quickly and bring Dorothy Fraser. We none of uscan nurse him as she will. She will do it. He has been murmuring in hissleep about her, about something she did for little Freda, clasping histhroat all the time and suffocating. One glance showed me what ailed himwhen I awoke this morning. He has a hard fight before him, but he mustnot die--I tell you, child, your father must not die!"

"No, no, mother! God will spare him to us, " said Effie. Tears dimmed hereyes, she got quickly into her clothes. 

"Now, I will go, " she said. "I will bring Dorothy back with me. "

"If there is any difficulty, " said Mrs. Staunton, "if she hesitates fora moment, you must remember, there is only one thing to be done. "

"Yes, mother; what do you mean?"

"You must offer to nurse Freda Harvey instead of her--do youunderstand?"

"And I am not to come back to father when he is ill?" said Effie, aghast. 

"That is not the point, " exclaimed Mrs. Staunton. "The only thing to beconsidered is, what will save him, and you and I, and our feelings, areof no consequence. His life is so valuable that no sacrifice is toogreat to keep it. Go, child, go. If you can come back, come--if not, stay. "

"And who will manage the children--they ought not to remain in thehouse. "

"Don't worry about the children. Get Dorothy as quickly as possible. "

Effie buttoned her dress and pinned on her hat, and then went out on thelanding. 

"Where are you going, child? Why don't you go downstairs?"

"I must kiss father first. "

"What folly!--why should there be this delay?"

"I won't be a minute. "

Effie turned the handle of the bedroom door, and went softly into theroom. Her father was lying on his back--there was a livid look about hisface. Great beads of perspiration stood on his brow. His eyes wereclosed. He did not see Effie when she came into the room, but when shebent down and kissed his forehead, he opened his eyes and looked at her. He said something which she could not distinguish--he was too hoarse tomake any words articulate. 

"I am going for Dorothy, " she said, with a smile, --"she'll soon make youbetter, --good-by. God bless you--father. I love you--father, I loveyou. "

His eyes smiled at her, but his lips could not speak. 

She went quickly out of the room. 

CHAPTER VIII. 

It did not take Effie long to harness the old horse to the gig. She hadoften driven old Jock, and this part of her task did not put her out inthe least. She had a curious sense, as she was driving toward The Grangein the fresh early morning air, of the complete change which wasawaiting her. She was quite certain that one door in her life wasshut--shut forever. She had longed for change, --it had come at last witha vengeance; it was horrible, --it made her shudder. 

Effie was a thoroughly healthy girl, healthy both in mind and body, butnow a sick pain was over her. She did not care to think of the realterror which haunted her. She arrived at The Grange between six andseven o'clock. The woman at the lodge ran out and opened the gate forthe doctor's gig in some surprise. She thought something was wrongagain up at the house, but her surprise strengthened to astonishmentwhen she saw that Effie was driving the horse. 

"Why, Miss Effie, what is the matter?" she exclaimed. Everyone in theplace knew Effie, and loved her for her father's sake. 

"The doctor is ill, Mrs. Jones, " said Effie, "and I have come to fetchMiss Fraser. "

"Oh, God help us! he hasn't taken it?" said the woman, falling back astep or two in horror. 

Effie nodded her head--she had no words to speak. She whipped up Jock, and drove quickly down the avenue. 

A kitchen-maid was on her knees whitening and polishing the front steps. Effie jumped from the gig, and asked the girl to call someone to holdthe horse. 

"There ain't any of the men round just now, it is too early, " said thegirl. 

"Then take the reins yourself, " said Effie. "Stand just here; Jock won'tstir if I tell him to be quiet. Hold the reins. I am in a great hurry. "

"You are Miss Effie Staunton, ain't you, miss?"

"I am. My father is ill, and I want Miss Fraser. "

"God help us! the doctor ill!" exclaimed the girl. 

She stood where Effie told her, holding Jock's reins. 

"Be quiet, Jock; don't stir till I come out, " said Effie. The old horsedrooped his head. Effie ran up the steps and into the house. She hadnever been at The Grange before, but she had no eyes for the beauties ofthe old place this morning. There was something too awful lying at thebottom of her heart, for any external things to affect her. She wentquickly up the broad front stairs, and paused on the first landing. Howwas she to discover the room where Dorothy and little Freda Harveyspent their time together? She was about to turn back in utterbewilderment, when, to her relief, she saw another servant. The servantstopped and stared at Effie. Effie came up to her quickly. 

"You may be surprised to see me here, " she said. "I am Miss Staunton, Dr. Staunton's daughter. He is ill. I want to see Nurse Fraserimmediately. Take me to her at once. "

"We are none of us allowed near that part of the house, miss, " repliedthe woman. 

"You can take me in the direction, anyhow, and explain to me how I am toget to Miss Fraser, " said Effie. "Come, there's not an instant tolose--be quick. "

"Oh, yes! I can take you in the direction, " said the girl. 

She turned down a corridor; Effie followed her. The servant walkedrather slowly and in a dubious sort of way. 

"Can't you hurry?" said Effie. "It is a matter of life and death. "

The girl hastened her steps a little. Effie's manner frightened her. Presently they reached a baize door--the servant pushed it open, butstood aside herself. 

"It is as much as my place is worth to open this door, " she said. "It ishere the infectious case is, and Miss Fraser's own orders are that thedoor is not to be opened; but you frighten me somehow, miss, and Isuppose there's no harm in it. "

"No, of course there is no harm. Now, tell me which is Miss Fraser'sroom?"

"The nurseries are entered by the third door as you go down thatpassage, miss. "

The servant banged to the baize door, and Effie found herself alone. She ran down the passage, and opened the outer nursery door. It wasquiet and still, in perfect order, the blinds down, and the windowsopen. Effie, in spite of all her agitation, walked on tiptoe across thisroom. A door which led into another room was half open, and she heardsomeone moving about. That step, so quiet and self-possessed, mustbelong to Dorothy. 

"Dorothy! Dorothy! come here, " called Effie. 

Dorothy Fraser, in her dressing-gown, came out to the other room atonce. 

"Effie!" she exclaimed. "Effie Staunton!"

"Yes, it is I, " said Effie; "it is I. " She began to unpin her hat as shespoke. "I have come here to stay; I am going to nurse little Freda, andyou are to go back to father. The gig is waiting outside, and you caneasily drive old Jock. Drive him straight home, and go as fast as everyou can. "

"Is your father ill, Effie?"

"Yes; he has taken the diphtheria. He is very ill. Mother sent me foryou. If father dies, mother will die. They love each other so dearly--sovery dearly. One couldn't live without the other. Go, and save themboth, Dorothy, and I will stay with Freda. "

"You are a dear, brave little girl, " said Dorothy. 

She went and put her strong arms round Effie. 

"I will go at once, " she said. "But are you prepared to take full chargehere, Effie?"

"Yes; tell me quickly what is to be done!"

"There's nothing to be done now but simply to see that Freda doesn'ttake cold. She is not free from infection yet, but she is quite out ofdanger, if she does not catch a chill. Treat her as you would any sickchild. Rhoda is here. She is a capital girl, and will help you withFreda's food. Freda may come into this room for a little to-day, butyou must see that she keeps out of a draught. Good-by. Effie. I won't beany time getting ready. I'll send you telegrams about your father. Godbless you, Effie. "

CHAPTER IX. 

From the first it was a bad case. The throat was not so particularlyaffected, but the weakness was extreme. All imaginable devices wereresorted to, to keep up the patient's strength. Notwithstanding allhuman precautions, however, that strength failed and failed. 

In a few days the strong man was like an infant. He could not lift afinger, he could scarcely turn his head, his voice was completely gone. His stricken soul could only look dumbly into the world through hiseyes. Those honest eyes were pathetic. Dorothy was unremitting in herattentions. She took complete charge from the very first. Dr. Edwardscame and went, but he gave the nursing to Dorothy. She had preparedherself for a great fight. She had hoped to conquer, but on the thirdday of the doctor's illness she knew that the battle was not to thestrong nor the race to the swift--in short, the good doctor was calledto render up his account, his short span of mortal life was over. 

One evening he had lain perfectly still and in a state of apparentstupor for several hours. Dorothy stood at the foot of the bed. Her eyeswere fixed on the patient. 

"It is strange how much I admire him, " she said to herself. "I never meta nobler, truer-hearted man. "

"Dorothy, come here, " said the doctor. 

She went at once, and bent over him. 

"I am going, " he said, looking at her. 

"Yes, Dr. Staunton, " she answered. 

He closed his eyes again for a moment. 

"The wife, " he murmured--"does she know?"

"I am not sure, " said Dorothy in her quiet, clear voice, which never fora moment sank to a whisper. "I think she must guess--I have not toldher. "

"She had better know, " said the doctor. "Will you bring her here?"

"Yes, I'll go and fetch her at once. "

Dorothy left the room. She stood for a moment on the landing. 

The task which lay immediately before her made her spirits sink. Sheknew just as well as Dr. Staunton did how precarious was Mrs. Staunton'stenure of life. She knew that a sudden shock might be fatal. Were thosechildren to lose both parents? The doctor was going, --no mortal aid nowcould avail for him, --but must the mother also leave the children?

"I do not know what to do, " thought Dorothy. "She must see herhusband--they _must_ meet. He is the bravest man I know, but can hesuppress his own feelings now--now that he is dying? No, no, it is toomuch to ask; but I greatly, greatly fear that if he does not, the shockwill kill her. "

Dorothy went slowly downstairs. She was generally decisive in heractions. Now, she trembled, and a terrible nervousness seized her. 

When she reached the little entrance hall, and was about to open thedoor of the parlor where she expected to find Mrs. Staunton, she wassurprised to come face to face with a tall, bronzed young man, who wastaking off his hat and hanging it on one of the pegs in the hat-rack. Heturned, and started when, he saw her. He was evidently unfamiliar withnurses and sickness. His face flushed up, and he said in a sort ofapologetic way:

"Surely this is Dr. Staunton's house?"

"Yes, " said Dorothy. 

"I am George Staunton. I--I came down on pressing business--I want tosee my father in a hurry. What is the matter?"

He stepped back a pace or two, startled by the expression on Dorothy'sface. 

"Come in here at once, " she said, seizing his hand. She dragged him intothe seldom-used drawing-room. The moment they got inside, shedeliberately locked the door. 

"You have come just in time, " she said. "You must bear up. I hope you'llbe brave. Can you bear a great shock without--without fainting, oranything of that sort?"

"Oh, I won't faint!" he answered. His lips trembled, his blue eyes grewwide open, the pupils began to dilate. 

"I believe you are a brave lad, " said Dorothy, noticing these signs. "Itis your lot now to come face to face with great trouble. Dr. Staunton--your father--is dying. "

"Good God! Merciful God!" said the lad. He sank down on the nearestchair--he was white to the lips. 

Dorothy went up and took his hand. 

"There, there!" she said. "You'll be better in a moment. Try to forgetyourself--we have not, any of us, a single instant just now to think ofourselves. I have come down to fetch your mother. "

"You are the nurse?" said George, glancing at her dress. 

"Yes, I am nursing your father. It has been a very badcase--diphtheria--a very acute and hopeless case from the first. There'sa great deal of infection. Are you afraid?"

"No, no! don't talk of fear. I'll go to him. I--I was in trouble myself, but that must wait. I'll go to him at once. "

"I want you to go to your mother. "

"My mother! is she ill too?"

"She is not exactly ill--I mean she is not worse than usual, but herlife is bound up in your father's. It would be a dreadful thing for yoursisters and yourself if your mother were to die. Your coming here atthis moment may mean her salvation. I have to go to her now, to tell herthat her dying husband has sent for her. Will you follow me into theroom? Will you act according to your own impulses? I am sure God willdirect you. Stay where you are for a minute--try to be brave. Follow meinto the room as soon as you can. "

Dorothy left the drawing room. As she went away, she heard the young mangroan. She did not give herself time to think--she opened the parlordoor. 

Mrs. Staunton was sitting in her favorite seat by the window. Her facewas scarcely at all paler than it had been a week ago. She sat then bythe window, looking out at her trouble, which showed like a speck in theblue sky. The shadow which enveloped her whole life was coming closernow, enveloping her like a thick fog. Still she was bearing up. Her eyeswere gazing out on the garden--on the flowers which she and the doctorhad tended and loved together. Some of the younger children hadclustered round her knee--one of them held her hand--another played witha bunch of keys and trinkets which she always wore at her side. 

"Go on, mother, " said little Marjory, aged seven. "Don't stop. "

"I have nearly finished, " said Mrs. Staunton. 

"But not quite. Go on, mother; I want to hear the end of the story, "said Phil. 

Mrs. Staunton did not see Dorothy, who stood motionless near the door. 

"They got so tired, " she began in a monotonous sort of voice--"sodreadfully tired, that there was nothing for them to do but to try andget into the White Garden. "

"A _White Garden_!" repeated Phil. "Was it pretty?"

"Lovely!"

"Why was it called a White Garden?" asked Marjory. 

"Because of the flowers. They were all white--white roses, white lilies, snowdrops, chrysanthemums--all the flowers that are pure white withoutany color. The air is sweet with their perfume--the people who come tolive in the White Garden wear white flowers on their white dresses--itis a beautiful sight. "

"It must be, " said Marjory, who had a great deal of imagination. "Arethe people happy?"

"Perfectly happy--rested, you know, Marjory. They are peaceful as youare when you are tucked up in your little bed. "

"I like best to play and romp, " said Marjory in a meditative voice; "butthen, you see, I am never tired. "

"Dorothy is standing at the door, " exclaimed Phil. "Come in, Dorothy, and listen to mother's beautiful story. "

"Do you want me?" asked Mrs. Staunton, standing up. She began totremble--the children looked at her anxiously. 

Dorothy went straight up and took her hand. "Dr. Staunton wishes to seeyou, " she said. "Will you come with me?" She looked anxiously toward thedoor. 

Mrs. Staunton put up her hand to her head. "Good-bye, my darlings, " shesaid, looking at the little pair, who were gazing up at her with puzzledfaces. "Go and play in the garden, and don't forget the White Gardenabout which we have been speaking. " She stooped down and deliberatelykissed both children, then she held out her hand to Dorothy. "I am quiteready, " she said. 

At that moment George entered the room. He put his arms round hismother. He was a big fellow--his arms were strong. The muscles in hisneck seemed to start out, his eyes looked straight into his mother's. 

"You have got _me_, mother; I am George, " he said. "Come, let us go tomy father together. "

Mrs. Staunton tottered upstairs. She was not in the least surprised atseeing George, but she leaned very firmly on him. They went into thesickroom, and when George knelt down by his father's bedside, Mrs. Staunton knelt by him. 

The doctor was going deeper and deeper into the valley from which thereis no return. Earthly sounds were growing dim to his ears--earthlyvoices were losing their meaning--earthly sights were fading before hisfailing eyes. The dew of death was on his forehead. 

Mrs. Staunton, whose face was nearly as white, bent down lower and loweruntil her lips touched his hand. The touch of her lips made him open hiseyes. He saw his wife; the look on her face seemed to bring him back toearth again--it was like a sort of return wave, landing him high on theshores of time. 

His impulse was to say, "Come with me--let us enter into the rest of theLord together;" but then he saw George. George had thrown his arm roundhis mother's waist. 

"Let me keep her, father, " said the young man. "Don't take her yet, letme keep her. "

"Yes, stay with the lad, Mary, " said the doctor. 

It was a final act of self-renunciation. His eyelids drooped over hisdying eyes--he never spoke again. 

CHAPTER X. 

George stayed at Whittington for a week; he followed his father to thegrave. Mrs. Staunton clung to him with a sort of feverish tenacity;whenever he came into the room, her eyes followed him. A sort ofwistful, contented expression came into them when he sat down besideher. During all the time George was in the house she never broke down. At last, however, the time came when he must leave her. 

"I must go back to my work, " he said; "but you are coming to Londonsoon, then I'll be with you every evening. You know my father has givenyou to me to take care of. It will be all right when we are in Londontogether. "

"Yes, my boy, " she replied, "it will be all right then. I don'tcomplain, " she added; "I don't attempt to murmur. I shall go to him, buthe cannot return to me; and I have got you, George, and he gave me toyou. I am willing to stay with you just as long as you want me. "

It was late that night when George left his mother's room. Effie wasstanding in the passage--the brother and sister looked at each other. Effie had come home the day after Dr. Staunton's death. 

"Come out with me for a bit, Effie, " said her brother. They went intothe garden, and she linked her hand through his arm. 

Dorothy Fraser had now returned to her duties in London; the Stauntonswere to go up to town as soon as ever the cottage could be sold. It hadbelonged to the doctor. George was to live with them when they were intown, and perhaps Effie would be able to follow the great wish of hermind. There was just a possibility that she might be able to be trainedas a hospital nurse. She looked up at George now. 

"You have been such a comfort to us, " she said. "Dorothy told meeverything; and I know that if you had not come just at the opportunemoment, we should have lost our mother as well as our father. I'll doall in my power to hurry matters, so that we can come to London beforethe winter. "

"Yes, " said George. He was a finely built young fellow, with a handsomeface. He was not the least like Effie, who was dark and rather small, like her mother. George had the doctor's physique; he had great squareshoulders, his eyes were frank and blue like his father's, but his mouthwanted his father's firmness. 

"Effie, " he said. "I don't know how I am to bring myself to confide inyou. "

"Confide in me?" she said, with a little start. "We always did tell oursecrets to one another, but all this terrible trouble seems to have putchildish things away. Have you really a secret, George, to tell me?"

"I don't know how I can tell it to you, " he replied; his lipsquivered--he looked down. Effie clasped his arm affectionately. 

"You know I would do anything for you, " she said. 

"Yes; I know you are the best of girls, and you're awfully pretty, too. I know Fred Lawson will think so when he sees you. "

"Who is he?"

"A friend of mine--a right good fellow--he is a medical student at St. Joseph's Hospital. I have often met him, and he has talked to me abouthis own sisters, and one day I showed him your photograph, and he saidwhat a pretty girl you were. Somehow, Effie, I never thought of you aspretty until Fred said so. I suppose fellows don't think how theirsisters look, although they love them very dearly; but when Fred saidit, it opened my eyes. Dear, dear, why am I talking like this, when timeis so precious, and I--Effie, when I came down that day to see myfather, I was in trouble--great trouble; the shock of seeing him seemedto banish it from my mind, but it cannot be banished--it cannot bebanished, Effie, and I have no one to confide in now but you. "

"You must tell me of course, " said Effie; she felt herself turning pale. She could not imagine what George's trouble was. The night was dusk; sheraised her eyes to her brother's face--he avoided meeting them. He had astick in his hand, and he began to poke holes in the gravel. 

"How much money have we got to live on?" he asked abruptly. 

"How much money have we to live on?" repeated Effie. "I believe, whenall is collected, that there will be something like a hundred a year formother and Agnes and Katie and the two little children. Of course I amgoing to support myself _somehow_, and you are naturally off our hands. "

"It's awful, " said George; "it's awful to be so starvingly poor as that. Why, I get a hundred a year now; fancy five people living on a sum onwhich I never can make both ends meet!"

"What is the matter with you, George? How queerly you speak! You knew weshould be awfully poor when father died. You are going to pay for yourboard, are you not, when you come to us, and that will be a great help. "

"Yes, of course; I vow and declare that I'll give mother at least halfof what I earn. "

"Well, that will be fifty pounds--a great help. My idea for myselfis--but----" Effie stopped abruptly. She saw that George was making animpatient movement. "I'll tell you another time, " she said in a gentlevoice. "You have something now to tell me, have you not?"

"I have--God knows I have. I want to get two hundred and fifty poundssomewhere. "

"Two hundred and fifty pounds!" exclaimed Effie. George might just aswell have asked her for the moon. 

"I don't understand, " she said, after a pause. 

"No, and I never want you to, Effie, " replied the young man. "I can'ttell you what I want the money for, but it's a matter of life and death. I thought I had made up my mind"--a husky sound came into his throat--"Imade up my mind to tell everything to my father when I came down thatnight--I could have told him. It was not a sort of thing to talk to youabout, but I thought I could tell him; he died, and he gave me mother. He left mother with me. You know perfectly well, Effie, that ourmother's life hangs on a thread. You know she must not have a shock, and yet--Effie, Effie, if I don't get that £250, she will have such ashock, such a terrible shock, that it will send her to her grave!"

"I must think, " said Effie. "I cannot answer you in a moment. "

"Is there no earthly way you can help me? I must be helped, " said Georgein a frantic voice. "I have got six weeks longer--I must get that £250in six weeks, or--no, I can't tell you. "

"Yes, you must try--I won't help you unless you try. "

"Well, then--here goes. If I don't get it, I shall have to goto--_prison_. " George's voice sank to a hoarse whisper. 

Effie could not suppress a cry. 

CHAPTER XI. 

"Then you have done something wrong, " said Effie, loosening her hold ofher brother's arm and backing to a little distance. He could scarcelysee her face in the ever increasing darkness, but he noticed the changein her voice. There was an indignant note of pained and astonished youthin it. Effie had never come face to face with the graver sins of life;the word "prison" stunned her, she forgot pity for a moment inindignation. 

"George, " she said, with a sort of gasp, "father left mother to you, --ina sort of way he gave her up to you, --and you have done wrong; you havesinned. "

"You talk just like a girl, " said George; "you jump at conclusions. You, an innocent girl living in the shelter of home, know as little about thetemptations which we young fellows have to meet out in the world, asyou know of the heavens above you. My God! Effie, it is a hard world--itis hard, _hard_ to keep straight in it. Yes, I have done wrong--I knowit--and father gave mother to me. If you turn away from me, Effie, Ishall go to the bad--I shall go to the worst of all; there will not be achance for me if you turn from me. "

The tone of despair in his voice changed Effie's frame of mind in amoment. She ran up to him and put her arms round his neck. 

"I won't turn from you, poor George, " she said. "It did shock me for amoment--it frightened me rather more than I can express; but perhaps Idid not hear you aright, perhaps you did not say the word 'prison. ' Youdon't mean to say that unless you get that impossible sum of money youwill have to go to prison, George?"

"Before God, it is true, " said George. "I cannot, I won't tell you why, but it is as true as I stand here. "

"Then you will kill our mother, " said Effie. 

"I know that. "

"And father left her to you. George, it cannot be. I must think ofsomething--my head is giddy--we have not any money to spare. It will bethe hardest fight in the world to keep the children from starvation onthat hundred pounds a year, but something must be done. I'll go andspeak to the trustees. "

"Who are the trustees?" asked George. He rose again to his feet. Therewas a dull sort of patience in his words. 

"Mr. Watson is one, --you know the Watsons, father has always been sogood to them, --and our clergyman, Mr. Jellet, is the other. Yes, I mustgo and speak to them; but what am I to say?"

"You must not betray me, " said George. "If you mention that I want themoney, all will be up with me. In any case, there may be suspicion. Menof the world like Mr. Watson and Mr. Jellet would immediately guessthere was something wrong if a lad required such a large sum of money. You must not tell them that _I_ want it. "

"How can I help it? Oh, everything is swimming round before my eyes; Ifeel as if my head would burst. "

"Think of me, " said George--"think of the load I have got to bear. "

Effie glanced up at him. His attitude and his words puzzled and almostrevolted her. After a time she said coldly:

"What hour are you leaving in the morning?"

"I want to catch the six-o'clock train to town. This is good-by, Effie;I shan't see you before I go. Remember, there are six weeks beforeanything can happen. If anyone can save me, you can. It is worth asacrifice to keep our mother from dying. "

"Yes, it would kill her, " said Effie. "Good-night now, George. I cannotthink nor counsel you at present; I feel too stunned. The blow you havegiven me has come so unexpectedly, and it--it is so awful. But I'll getup to see you off in the morning. Some thought may occur to me duringthe night. "

"Very well, " said George. He walked slowly down the garden, and, entering the house, went up to his own room. Effie did not go in for along time. She was alone now, all alone with the stars. She was standingin the middle of the path. Often and often her father's steps hadtrodden this path. He used to pace here when he was troubled about asick patient, when his anxiety about her mother arose to a feverishpitch. Now his daughter stood on the same spot, while a whirl oftroubled thoughts passed through her brain. It had been her onecomfort, since that awful moment when Dorothy had told her that herfather was gone, to feel that George, in a measure at least, took thatfather's place. 

George had always been her favorite brother; they were very nearly thesame age--Effie was only two years younger than George; long ago Georgehad been good to the little sister--they had never quarreled, they hadgrown up always the best and warmest of friends. Their love had beentrue--as true as anything in all the world. 

George had gone to London, and the first tiny spark of discontent hadvisited Effie's heart. She would be so lonely without her brother. Itwas so fine for him to go out into life, her own horizon seemed sonarrow. Then Dorothy came, and they had made friends, and Dorothy toldher what some women did with their lives. 

Effie had been fired with a sudden desire to follow in Dorothy's steps;then had followed the dark cloud which seemed to swallow up her wishes, and all that was best out of her life. George, at least, remained. Dear, brave, manly George! The brother who had passed out of childhood, andentered man's estate. 

Her father's last message had been to George--he had given her preciousmother into George's care. 

It seemed to Effie to-night, standing out under the stars, as if George, too, were dead. The old George was really dead, and a stranger had takenhis place. This stranger wore the outward guise of her brother--he hadhis eyes, his figure; his voice had the same tone, he could look at youjust in George's way, but he could utter terrible words which George hadnever known anything about. He could talk of _sin_ and _prison_. Hecould propose that Effie should rescue him at the risk of her mother'slivelihood. Oh, what did it mean? How was she to bear it?--how could shebear it? She clasped her hands, tears filled her eyes, but she was toooppressed, too pained, too stunned to weep long. Presently she went intothe house, and lay down on her bed without undressing. 

During the whole of that terrible night Effie scarcely slept. It was theworst night in all her life. Toward morning she dozed a little, butsprang up with a start, fearing that George had gone to London withoutseeing her. For her mother's sake she must see him. Whatever happened, her mother must never know of this calamity. Effie got up, washed herhands and face, smoothed out her hair, and went downstairs. George wasalready up, he was standing in the little parlor. He turned round whenhe heard his sister's footsteps, and looked anxiously at her. 

"What a brute I am!" he said, when he saw the expression on her face;"but I swear before God, Effie, if you will help me, I'll turn over anew leaf; I'll never do a wrong thing again as long as I live--I swearit. "

"Don't swear it, " said Effie; "it seems to make it worse to do that. Ifyou did wrong once, you may again. Don't swear. Ask God to help you. Idon't know that I have been praying all night, but I have been tryingto. "

"Well, Effie, what have you determined to do?" he asked. 

"Is there no one else who can help you, George?"

"Not a soul; I have only one friend, and that is Fred Lawson. "

"Oh, yes! I remember you spoke of him last night. Would he help you?"

"He help me!" said George, with a hysterical laugh. "Why, he is the chapI have wronged. There, don't ask me any more. If you can help me, I amsaved; if you can't, say so, and I'll go straight to destruction. "

"No, you shan't do that, George. I have thought of something--nothingmay come of it, but I'm going to try. It is terribly repugnant to me, but I would sacrifice much to save my mother. If it fails, all fails. "

"I have thought, " said George eagerly, "that, as the case is such anextreme one, we might take some of the capital. There is a thousandpounds; a quarter of that sum would put me right. "

"It cannot be done for a moment, " said Effie, her face flushing hotly. "That money must under no circumstances be touched; my mother and thechildren depend on it for their bread. "

"I don't know what is to be done, then, " said George in a hopelessvoice. 

"You must trust to me, George; I am going to try to help you in my ownway. If I fail, I fail; but somehow I don't think I shall. If I have anynews I will write to you soon; and now good-by, good-by. "

George turned and kissed Effie; she gave him her cheek, but her lips didnot touch his. She was willing to help him, but her love for the timewas dead or dying. 

The young man walked hurriedly down the village street. Effie stood inthe porch and watched him; his shoulders were bowed, he stooped. Georgeused to have a fine figure; Effie used to be proud of him--she was notproud of her brother now. 

She went back to the house, and sat down listlessly for a time in thelittle parlor--her hands were folded in her lap. It seemed to her as ifthe end of all things had come. 

Presently the sound of the children's voices overhead aroused her; shewent upstairs, and helped Susan to dress them. Returning to the everydayduties of life had a soothing effect upon her. She made a violent effortand managed to put her trouble behind her for the time being. Whateverhappened, her mother must not see any traces of it. 

When the baby was dressed, she took him as usual to her mother's room. 

Mrs. Staunton sat up in bed and stretched out her arms to receive him. Effie gave him to her mother, who began to kiss his little facehungrily. 

"Has George gone, Effie?" said the mother. 

"Yes, mother, dear. "

"Did anyone see him off--did he have his breakfast?"

"Yes, he had a good breakfast; I got it ready for him last night. "

"But did anyone see him off?"

"I did. "

"That's right; I should not have liked him to have had his last meal byhimself. I miss him awfully. Effie, dear, how soon do you think we cango to London?"

"As soon as possible, mother--in about six weeks. "

"Six weeks!" exclaimed Mrs. Staunton. "I can't live without George forsix weeks. "

"Oh, yes, you can, mother--at least you'll try. "

CHAPTER XII. 

When Effie had finished the many small duties which fell to her share inthe household economy, she went up to her bedroom and hastily changedher everyday dress for her best one. She did not take long about thistask. Her small face looked very pale and thin under the heavy crêpe onher hat. Taking up her gloves she ran down to the parlor where hermother was sitting. Mrs. Staunton was busily mending some stockings forGeorge. A pile of his clothes lay on the table by her side. 

"I thought we might send these to London next week, " she said, lookingup as her daughter entered the room. "George will want a really warmgreatcoat for the winter, and this one of your father's--why, Effie, mydear----" She stopped abruptly, and gazed up at Effie's best hat. "Whereare you going, my love?" she said. "I thought you could help me thismorning. "

"I am going out, mother, for a little. "

"But where to? Why have you your best things on?"

"I am going to the Harveys'. "

"To the Harveys'--to The Grange?"

Mrs. Staunton shuddered slightly; she turned her head aside. "Why areyou going there?" she asked, after a pause. 

"I want to see them--I won't be long away. Please, mother, don't tireyourself over all that mending now. "

"It interests me, my dear; I find it impossible to sit with my handsbefore me. I am stronger than I used to be. I have got to live forGeorge; and George is young, he is entering life, he must not be saddledwith an old, ailing mother. I must get strong, I must get back my youthfor his sake. Don't be long away, Effie, dear. I wonder you like to goto the Harveys' under the circumstances, but you know best. Children arevery independent nowadays, " concluded Mrs. Staunton, with a sigh. 

Effie went up to her mother and kissed her, then she softly left theroom. 

The day was a particularly fine one, the sun shone brightly upon thelittle High Street. Effie walked quickly; she soon turned into a shadylane, the lane led her into the highroad. By and by she stopped at thegates of The Grange. 

The woman of the lodge came out when she saw her. This woman had beenfond of Dr. Staunton, and she recognized Effie. 

Effie's little figure, her heavy black dress, her crêpe hat, her whitecheeks and dark eyes, all appealed with great pathos to the woman. Sheran towards her with outstretched hands. 

"Miss Effie, my dear, you're welcome, " she said. She caught Effie'slittle white hands in her hard, toil-worn ones. "You are welcome, MissEffie, " she repeated; "it is good of you to come. Eh, dear, but it goesto the heart to see you in that deep black! Come in and rest, my dearyoung lady--come in and rest. "

"I cannot just now, Mrs. Jones, " replied Effie. "I am in a hurry--I wantto go up to see the Squire on business. "

"And how is your mother, poor lady--how is she bearing up, my dear?"

"Wonderfully, " said Effie. "I'll come and see you another day, Mrs. Jones. "

"Eh, do! you'll be more than welcome. I long to hear all about thedoctor, poor man, and how he went off at the end. The last words of thepious are always worth listening to. I'll be glad to hear particulars, if you can give me half an hour some time, Miss Effie. "

"Some time, " said Effie. 

She walked on, trembling a little. The woman's words and her eager lookof curiosity were dreadful to her; nevertheless, she knew that herfather, under similar circumstances, would have been very patient withthis woman. 

By and by she arrived at the heavy front door of the old Grange. Shewalked up the steps and rang the bell. 

The door was opened almost immediately by a servant in livery. He knewEffie, and asked her in. 

"Is the Squire at home?" she asked. 

"I am not sure, miss, but I'll inquire. Will you step in here while I goto ask?"

The man opened the door of a little sitting room. Effie went in, and heclosed it softly behind him. 

After what seemed a very short time, she heard eager steps coming alongthe hall--the room door was flung open, and Squire Harvey, accompaniedby his wife, came in. 

Mrs. Harvey looked like a shadow--but her sweet face had a tenderblush-rose color about it, her eyes had the intensely clear look whichlong illness gives; she was better, but she looked so frail and delicatethat Effie's heart went out to her. 

"My dear child, " said Mrs. Harvey, "how good, how very good of you tocome! I am only just downstairs. Dr. Edwards only allowed me downyesterday, but I could not resist coming to welcome you myself. Won'tyou come into my sitting room? It is just at the opposite side of thehall. I'll send Rhoda upstairs to fetch little Freda. She will be soenraptured at seeing you. Come, my dear. Now that we have got you, wewon't let you go in a hurry. I think it so sweet of you to come to seeus, and under the circumstances. Don't you think it is sweet of her, Walter, dear?"

Squire Harvey had more perception of character than his wife. He noticedhow white Effie's face grew; he noticed the pathetic trembling of herhands. 

"My dear, " he said, "perhaps Miss Staunton wishes to see me by herself. I understood from the servant that she had asked for me. "

"Yes, I did want to see you very much, " said Effie. 

"Of course, dear little thing, " interrupted Mrs. Harvey; "but I'll staywhile you talk to her. I am immensely interested in you. Miss Staunton. I can never forget, as long as I live, what you and yours have done forus. "

"Please don't talk of it now, " said Effie. "I mean--I know how kindlyyou feel, and indeed I am not ungrateful, but I cannot bear to talk itover, and I want very badly, please, to say something to the Squire. "

"Come with me to my study, Miss Staunton, " said the Squire. 

He opened the door, and Effie followed him. 

"Be sure you make her stay, Walter, when your business is over, " calledMrs. Harvey after him. "I'll send for Freda to my boudoir. Miss Stauntonmust stay to lunch. It is delightful to see her again, and it is sosweet of her to come to see us. "

The thin, high voice kept calling these words out a little louder and alittle louder as Effie followed the Squire down one long corridor afteranother, until at last they entered his special study. 

He shut the door at once, and offered her a chair. 

"If I can do anything for you, you have but to command me, " he said. 

"I see you are in great trouble, " he continued. "Pray take your owntime. I have nothing whatever to do--I can listen to you as long as everyou like. "

Poor Effie found great difficulty in using her voice. For one dreadfulmoment words seemed to fail her altogether. Then she gave a swiftthought to her mother, to George, and her resolve was taken. 

"I want to make a very queer request of you, Mr. Harvey, " she said. "Itmay not be possible for you to grant it. For my father's sake, will youpromise that you will never tell anyone what I am now asking you, if youdon't find it convenient to grant it to me?"

"I'll keep your secret, of course, " said the Squire. "But permit me tosay one thing before you begin to tell it to me: there's not theslightest fear of my not granting it. There is nothing that you canpossibly ask of me, that, under the circumstances, I should think itright to refuse. Now, pray proceed. "

"I want you, " said Effie--she gulped down a great lump in her throat, and proceeded in a sort of desperation--"I want you to lend me 250pounds. I'll pay you interest--I think five per cent. Is fairinterest--I'll pay you interest on the money, and return it to you byinstallments. "

There was not the least doubt that Effie's request startled the Squire. The amount of the money required was nothing to him, for he was a veryrich man; but the girl's manner, her evident distress, the look ofshame and misery on her face, surprised him. He guessed that she wasborrowing the money for another, but for whom?

"I can see you are in trouble, " he said in his kindest tone. "Why don'tyou confide in me? As to the money, make your mind easy, you shall haveit; but girls like you don't as a rule borrow a large sum of money ofthis kind. Do you want it for yourself?"

"No. "

"You won't tell me who it is for?"

"I cannot, Mr. Harvey. Please don't ask me. "

"I won't ask you anything that distresses you. As you are talking ofmoney, you will forgive me for saying that I am told that your mother isleft badly off. "

"No; that's a mistake, " said Effie. "She has money. My father left hervery well off for a man in his position. He insured his life for athousand pounds, and my mother had a little fortune of her own, whichbrings in about sixty pounds a year. "

"And you think your mother well off with that?" said the Squire in atone of almost amused pity. 

"Yes, for a woman in her position, " said Effie in almost a proud tone. "Forgive me, " she said; "I know that, after the request I have justmade, you would be justified in asking me any questions, but I wouldrather not say any more about my mother. If you'll lend me the money--ifindeed you will be so good, so noble--when can I have it?"

"When do you want it?"

"I must have it before six weeks are up, but the sooner the better. "

"You shall have it in a week. Come here this day week and I'll give youa check for the amount. "'

"A check!" said Effie; "but I would have to pass that through mother'sbank--and--and she might know. "

"Are you really asking for this money without your mother's knowledge, Miss Staunton?"

"Yes; my mother is not to know. Mr. Harvey, the object of our lives isto keep all anxiety from our mother--she must never know. "

"Forgive me, " said the Squire, after a pause. "I know a great deal aboutbusiness, and you very little. Would it not be best to open an accountin your own name? I am told that you propose soon to go to London. Iwould introduce you to my bankers there, who would be very glad to openan account with you; and if at any time you should have need ofassistance, Miss Staunton, you would give me the privilege of helpingyou. Remember, but for me and mine you would not now be fatherless. Youmust see that you have a claim on me. Allow me to fulfill that claim inthe only possible way in my power. "

"You are good, you are more than good, " said Effie, rising. "But this isall I really need. I'll pay you the interest on the money every halfyear. "

"Oh, that doesn't matter. I earnestly wish you would take it as a gift. "

"Thank you, but that is impossible. "

Effie stood up; she had nothing further to say. 

"May I take you to my wife's room now?" said, the Squire. "I know she iswaiting to see you, she is longing to be friends with you. Her recoveryhas been wonderful; and as to little Freda, she is almost herself again. You would like to see Freda, would you not?"

"Yes, " said Effie, "but not to-day--I must hurry back to my mother. Idon't know how to thank you, Mr. Harvey. Will you please tellyour--your wife that I cannot stay to-day?--my mother wants me. Thankyou--thank you. "

The Squire himself showed Effie out. He stood for a moment by his openhall door, watched her as she walked slowly down the avenue. 

"That is a plucky little thing, " he said to himself. "Now, what in theworld does she want that money for? Not for herself, I'll be bound. I dohope she has got no disreputable relations hanging onto her. Well, atleast it is my bounden duty to help her, but I wish she would confide inme. She is a pretty girl, too, and has a look of the doctor about hereyes. "

"Where is Miss Staunton?" asked Mrs. Harvey, coming forward. 

"Vanishing round that corner, my love, " returned the Squire. "The factis, the poor little thing is completely upset, and cannot face anyone. "

"But her business, Walter--what did she want?"

"Ah, that's the secret--she made me swear not to tell anyone. It is myopinion, Elfreda, that the child has got into trouble. We must do whatwe can for her. "

"I wish she would come here and be Freda's governess, " said Mrs. Harvey. 

The Squire looked at his wife. 

"That's a good thought, " he remarked; "and we might give her a bigsalary--she is so innocent, she would not really know anything about it. We might give her two hundred a year, and then she could help hermother; but I doubt whether she would leave her mother--she seems simplybound up in her. "

"It is our duty to help her, " said Mrs. Harvey, "whatever happens. Ifshe won't come to us, we must think of some other way. "

"Yes we must, " said the Squire. 

CHAPTER XIII. 

In less than six weeks the Stauntons were settled in London. George hadtaken lodgings for them in a cheap part of Bayswater. The rooms werehigh up in a dismal sort of house. There were a sitting room and threesmall bedrooms. George occupied one--Effie and the girls another--Mrs. Staunton, the baby, and little Phil the third. It seemed to Effie as ifthey had always lived in this uninteresting house, looking out on thatnarrow dismal street. They knew nobody. Their lives were very dull. Mrs. Staunton occupied herself over George, morning, noon, and night. Shemended his clothes with scrupulous care; she washed his shirts herself, and took immense pride in bringing the fronts up to a wonderful polish. There was not a young man in the City who went to his daily work withsuch snowy collars as George, such neat cuffs, such a look of generalfinish. This work delighted Mrs. Staunton--it brought smiles to her eyesand a look of satisfaction to her face. 

Effie had got the money from Mr. Harvey, and had handed it without aword to George. 

He took it; his face flushed all over--tears filled his eyes. 

He said, "God bless you, Effie; you are the bravest, best sister a manever had"; and then he went out of the room and out of the house. 

"He never asked me where I got it, " thought poor Effie; "and now there'sthe interest to pay, and how can it possibly be taken out of our hundreda year? Mother must never, never know; but how is that interest to bepaid?"

The Stauntons had been settled about a fortnight in their new home, whenDorothy came to pay them a visit. 

She was very busy in her hospital life. She came in with her accustomedeager, purposeful walk. She sat down on the nearest chair, and began totalk cheerfully to the children and sympathetically to Mrs. Staunton. 

As soon as she had an opportunity, however, she drew Effie aside. 

"Now, my dear, " she said, looking straight into Effie's brown eyes, "when are you coming to us?"

"Oh, if I could come, " exclaimed Effie, "I should indeed be happy, but Idon't see any chance of it. "

"I do. You are not really wanted here; Agnes is growing a big girl. Yourmother is devoted to your brother George; provided he comes home everyevening, she scarcely gives a thought to anyone else. You can be spared, Effie, and it will be good for you. You do not look a bit the same girl. You have lost your 'go' somehow. You are very young. It is wrong to havea look like that when one is only twenty. You ought to come to thehospital, and there is a vacancy now for a probationer, if you can takeit. "

"If I dare to, " said Effie, "but it does not seem right. "

"Yes, I believe it is right. I know the matron of St. Joseph's Hospitalso well that I think I can arrange with her that you should spend a partof every Sunday at home--at least, while you are training Agnes. Thefact is, Effie, you are a born nurse, and it is a sin to lose you to theprofession. "

"I should like to come beyond anything, " said Effie. "It is the veryhighest wish of my heart. The last night that I ever saw my dear fatherhe spoke to me on this subject. He used to hate lady-nurses, but you wonhim over, Dorothy, and he said, if the time came, I could go with hisblessing. "

"Then surely that settles the matter, " exclaimed Dorothy. "I'll speak toMrs. Staunton before I leave to-day. "

"Oh, no; don't! Mother seems quite happy and comfortable. I would notfor the world do anything to upset or distress her. "

"If it upsets and distresses her, you must give it up, that's all, " saidDorothy, "but it is worth sounding her on the subject. Don't say a word, Effie, I'll speak to your mother about it. "

Effie looked puzzled and anxious. 

"I would give anything to go, " she murmured to herself. "It is tortureto live on here, thinking of nothing but how to make a hundred pounds ayear pay everything that is expected of it. Then I should be one off thefamily purse, for all my expenses would be paid by the hospital. Yes, surely it must be right. At any rate, I'll allow Dorothy to speak. "

When tea was over, George, who had come in, and was as usual devotinghimself to his mother, tried to coax her to come out with him a little. 

"No, not to-night, " said Dorothy suddenly. "I have something veryspecial to say to Mrs. Staunton--perhaps you would stay and listen too, George?"

George did not mind being called by his Christian name by Dorothy. Shewas regarded by the Stauntons as part and parcel of the family. 

"I'll do anything to oblige you, " he said, giving the handsome nurse alook of genuine admiration. "Come, mother, if we are not to go out, wecan at least sit near each other. "

He drew up a chair close to his mother as he spoke, and put one of hisarms round her neck. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and sat therein perfect content. 

After a time one of his strong hands closed over hers. She had never, even in the doctor's time, felt more warmly and happily protected. 

"Yes, Dorothy, what have you to say?" she remarked. "George and I areall attention. "

"George and you!" laughed Dorothy. "I never saw such a devoted pair. Why, you are just like a pair of lovers. "

"Well, we are lovers, aren't we, mother?" said the son. 

"Yes, my boy, " she replied. "No love was ever stronger than that whichbinds us together. "

"I love to hear you say that, " remarked Dorothy; "but now I want to talkon quite another matter. I am very anxious about Effie. "

"Effie!" said Mrs. Staunton, just glancing at her daughter. "What abouther? She seems quite well. Are you well, Effie?"

"Yes, mother, I am perfectly well, " replied Effie. 

"Oh, it is not that, " said Dorothy, a touch of scorn coming into hervoice. "Effie may be well in body, but she is just starved in soul. "

"Starved!" said Mrs. Staunton, with a start "What do you mean, Dorothy?"

"Oh, never mind her, please, mother, " said Effie in distress. "I am allright, really. "

"No, she is not, " continued Dorothy. "She is not right in the way Ishould like to see her right. The fact is, she wants a change. "

"Poor child!" said Mrs. Staunton. "We are not rich enough to think ofchanges. "

"The sort of change she wants will not cost you any money. The fact is, I want her to become what Heaven has intended her to be, a thoroughlytrained hospital nurse. There is a vacancy now for a probationer at St. Joseph's, and I can get her admitted at once. May she come? That's themain point to consider. "

Mrs. Staunton looked at Effie. Effie looked back at her mother. 

It seemed to Effie at that moment as if she would have given anythingfor her mother to say, "No, I cannot spare her. " On the contrary, Mrs. Staunton said in a calm voice:

"I leave the choice entirely to Effie herself. If she thinks she can bespared, she may go. The fact is, Effie, my love, your--your dear fatherspoke to me on this subject the very night he was taken ill. He seemedto wish it then; that is, if you cared for it yourself. If you are stillof the same way of thinking, I for one should not think it right to makethe slightest opposition. "

"But how are you to do without her?" asked George in some dismay. 

"Oh, I can manage--I am not the helpless old woman you seem to considerme, George. I really feel better and stronger every day. The more I dofor you, the less of an invalid I seem to be. Effie has been quitetiresome lately, trying to manage the money, and taking all care off myhands, but I am quite capable of seeing to matters myself; and thenAgnes is growing a big girl, she can go out to buy what I shall order. "

Effie looked very pale. She sat perfectly still for a moment. Then shestood up. 

"Very well, mother, I'll go, " she said in a subdued voice. "When can yoube ready for me, Dorothy?" she continued. 

"In a week's time, " said Dorothy. "There are certain preliminaries to begone through, but I will send you a paper of our rules. You must fill upa form--in short, you must do exactly what you are instructed to do onthe paper. You will probably be admitted before this day week. "

Dorothy said a few more words, and then took her leave. Effieaccompanied her out on the landing. 

"I think you make a mistake in letting Effie go, mother, " said George, when he was alone with his mother. 

"Not at all, my son. The fact is, fond as I am of my dear Effie, shetakes almost too much control lately of our money affairs--I shall beglad to get them into my own hands. There are very many comforts which Icould give you, darling, which are simply put out of my power by Effie'sdetermination to keep the family purse. "

George said nothing. He stooped to kiss his mother's cheek. 

He had not looked at matters from that point of view before. He allowedhis mother fifty pounds a year, which was half his present income, andit suddenly occurred to him that he was making a very generousallowance, and that he should have a full share of the benefit. 

"What I have been thinking is this, " said Mrs. Staunton. "Out of thefifty pounds a year which you, dear boy, give us, we ought to provide acertain portion of your wardrobe. You really want new shirts. Isuggested to Effie a week ago that I should like her to buy some finelawn, as I wanted to make them for you, and she said at once that wecould not afford it. But never mind, dearest; when mother is put intoher own position again, you shall have the best shirts of any young manin the City. "

Now, George was really satisfied with his present shirts, but if hismother chose to make him better ones he did not care to oppose her. Hehoped that he would be asked out a little in the evenings during thecoming winter, and he wondered if his mother could possibly squeeze anevening suit for him out of the allowance he gave her. He did notexpress this thought, however, at the present moment, and as Effiere-entered the room the two changed the conversation. 

George went out for a little, and Effie took up some needlework, sittingwhere the lamp in the center of the table fell full upon her brightbrown hair. 

"I wonder, Effie, " said Mrs. Staunton in a tone of almost discontent, "that you did not speak to me before now on this subject. I cannot bearto think that a child of mine does not give me her full confidence. Youknow I am the last person in the world to keep you drudging and toilingat home when you yourself long for a wider field of usefulness. "

"Yes, mother, I know that, " said Effie in a grave voice "The fact is, "she continued, "I did not think it would be possible for you to spareme; but if you can, and you think it right for me to go, I shall ofcourse be delighted, for I have long had my heart in this work. "

"You are like all other modern girls, " said Mrs. Staunton in thatprovokingly inconsistent way which characterized her; "you are notsatisfied in the home nest. Well, well, I have got my boy, and I mustnot complain. "

"Oh, mother, dear mother, you have got us all. " Effie rose from herchair, went over and knelt by her mother's side. 

"I would give anything in the world, " she said, looking full at Mrs. Staunton, "for you to say that you are going to miss me awfully. "

The sight of her pretty face softened the mother's heart. 

"Of course I shall miss you, my darling, " she said, "You always were thebest of girls; but I don't wish to stand in your way. I know you will behappy where your heart is, and your father wished it. That, in myopinion, settles the matter. "

"Well, I have a week, " said Effie more cheerfully, standing up as shespoke. "I must do all in my power to instruct Agnes. I must teach herthe little economies which I have been trying to practice. "

"No, you need not do that, Effie. When you go to the hospital I intendto resume full control of the family purse. "

Effie hesitated, and looked anxiously at her mother as she said this. 

"I wish it, my love, so there's no use in discussing the matter, "continued Mrs. Staunton. "I know exactly what we have got to spend--£150a year. It is very little, indeed, but I rather fancy I am as good amanager as my child. I have at least a wider experience to guide me. Outof that income dear George provides a third. It seems to me, Effie, thatwe should give him rather more comforts than he has had lately for thisgenerous allowance. "

"Oh, mother! George really wants for nothing. "

"I cannot agree with you. I should wish him to have beer at supper everynight. "

"I do not think it can be managed. There is not a penny to spare. "

"Well, my dear, we will see. It is also only just that a proportion ofhis money should be devoted to providing him with suitableunderclothing. "

"Oh, mother, mother, have you thought of the thousand and one thingswhich are required for the children and yourself? Surely George canmanage to buy his own clothes out of the fifty pounds which he reservesfor his personal expenses. "

"That's so like a girl, " exclaimed Mrs. Staunton, clasping her hands. "She knows about as little of a young man's life as she does of hisGreek and Latin. Well, my love, we will propose no changes while you areat home. You must go to the hospital with a light heart, taking yourmother's blessing with you. "

"A light heart, indeed!" thought poor Effie when she reached her roomthat night. "A light heart, with mother spoiling George as hard as evershe can! I wonder how the others are to fare when George is to betreated like a prince in every way, and I wonder how that interest is tobe met. Oh, dear! oh, dear! but it shall be paid somehow. Well, Isuppose I am doing right. Mother would not have been content with thisstate of things much longer, that's more than evident, and then my dearfather wished it. Yes, I'll take up my new life--I trust it will bring ablessing with it--but oh, mother, how anxious you make me!"

CHAPTER XIV. 

In a week's time Effie found herself an inmate in the great hospitalwhich, for present purposes, we will call by the name of St. Joseph's. It was situated in the east of London. Dorothy had been trained here, and was now superintendent of one of the wards. 

Effie was to go up for a month's trial. At the end of that time shewould be paid at the rate of twelve pounds the first year, and twentypounds the second. Her training would take two years. A certain amountof her uniform would be also provided, and everything found for her withthe exception of washing. 

She did not soon forget the evening of her arrival. She had said good-byto her mother, had kissed the children, had given Agnes all finaldirections, and at last found herself in the cab which was to take herto St. Joseph's. It drew up presently outside one of the large entrancedoors. 

A lady, who was called the Home Sister, received Effie very kindly, andoffered her a friendly cup of tea. The hour of her arrival was aboutfour in the afternoon. She was then taken up to her own room, andinstructed how to put her cap on, and how to wear her new uniform in theneatest and most compact way. Her dress was a pretty lilac check, andshe wore a cap with a frill round it, and long tails at the back. Herapron bib was high to the collar in front, and fastened with strapswhich crossed at the back. Nothing could be neater and more serviceablethan the dress. 

The kind Sister, having seen that Effie was all right, gave her afriendly smile, and then led her along several dim passages, up and downmany stairs, until she finally found herself in a long, light ward, where from thirty to forty women were lying in bed. The Home Sisterintroduced Effie to the Sister of the ward, who went by the name ofSister Kate. Sister Kate nodded to her, said a word or two in a verybusy voice, and then Effie found herself practically on the thresholdof her new life. The Sister who had been kind to her during tea, who hadshown her to her room, and instructed her how to dress, had vanished. Sister Kate looked far too busy and anxious to be worried by questions;and Effie, capable and active as she always was, found herself, for thefirst time in her life, with nothing to do, and overcome by strangenervousness. She was too much embarrassed to be of real use. Her facewas burning with blushes. Sister Kate was tired with her long day'swork. There was a great deal to be done to put the ward straight for thenight, and she really had no time to devote to the probationer. Thewomen lying in their beds seemed to have eyes and ears for no one butEffie. Between sixty and seventy eyes turned on her wherever she moved, whatever she looked at, whatever she did. Some of the eyes in the paleand harassed faces looked kindly and interested, some of them merelyamused, some of them cross and discontented. Effie knew that these womenwould be querulous and even rude under the touch of strange anduntutored hands. 

At last the night nurses arrived, the bell rang, and Sister Kate cameforward to show the new probationer the way to the dining hall. 

Here were several long tables, where the nurses, all dressed exactlyalike, sat down to supper. Effie took her place, and quickly discoveredthat the others were far too tired and hungry to pay any attention toher. She felt too excited to eat, and sat watching the faces of thosearound her. 

Supper was immediately followed by prayers, and then came bed. Effie'sfirst evening as a probationer was over. 

She did not know whether to cry or to laugh as she laid her head on herpillow. The reality was so different from anything her fancy hadpainted. The practical character of the work, the absence of allsentiment, the real illness, the real burden of humanity, seemed topress down upon her. 

She had thought, a week ago, when Dorothy proposed that she should cometo St. Joseph's, of the delight of being in the same hospital with herfriend, but she now discovered that she was unlikely to see much ofDorothy even though she lived under the same roof. Dorothy was Sister ofa ward, and that ward was not the one where Effie was to serve herprobationership. She had the comfort of a very small room to herself, and was just closing her eyes in sleep, when the handle of the room doorwas softly turned, and Dorothy, looking beautiful in her Sister's dressof soft navy serge, came in. 

"So here you are, you poor little thing, " said Dorothy, bending overEffie and kissing her. "I have just come in for one minute to say Godbless you. You have come, the ice is broken. You have a fine careerbefore you. Don't be discouraged by what you saw to-night. "

"Oh, I am so lonely!" said Effie, with a quiver in her voice. "I wassure when I came here that I should be in the ward with you, Dorothy. "

"No, my dear, that was not possible, " replied Dorothy. "Of course Ishould have been very glad if it could have been arranged, but I had novoice in the matter. As it cannot be, dearest, try to believe that thisis just the best thing that could have happened to you, to be flung atonce, as it were, on your own feet. You will thus gain experiencewithout having a crutch like me to lean upon. I know the first night isvery bad, but you will soon learn your duties and become intenselyinterested in the life. You are with Sister Kate, are you not?"

"Yes, " said Effie. "She scarcely spoke to me--I never felt so awkward inmy life, and I know that I was never half so clumsy. "

"Of course, " said Dorothy, with a smile. "Don't I know the feeling well?It all passes over, my love, and far more quickly than you have theleast idea of. Remember you have got the power--those little hands arecapable, that head holds a steady and sensible brain. Why, Effie, youhave gone through far worse times than this without flinching. Surely, surely you are not going to break down now?"

"Oh, I won't, I won't!" said Effie, with a sob; "but I felt lonely, verylonely, and it was so very kind of you to come to see me. "

"Of course I have come to see you--I am only too delighted to doanything in my power for you. I would have rushed down to share your cupof tea on your arrival, but a bad case was just being brought into theward, and I could not leave. Now, I must go to bed myself, or I shan'tbe fit for work to-morrow. Good-night, Effie. I have arranged that youare to spend every second Sunday at home. "

"Oh, how good you are--how thankful I am!" exclaimed Effie. 

Dorothy was leaving the room, when she turned back. 

"I forgot to tell you that you are very lucky to be under Sister Kate, "she said. "There is not a nurse in the whole hospital who trains as shedoes, and her probationers always get the best certificates at the endof the two years of training. "

"She looks so severe and hard, " said Effie. 

"She is a little severe, and some people may call her hard, but she hasa tender heart under all that strict, somewhat cold manner, and thenshe is so just. My dear, when you know more of hospital life you will bethankful that you are with a just and patient Sister. Sister Kate isboth. She will soon recognize you, Effie, for what you are. Nowgood-night, my love. "

Dorothy went away, and soon afterward Effie fell asleep. 

The next morning she was awakened by a bell, at what seemed to hersomething like the middle of the night. She had to dress herselfquickly, and then go into the ward and begin her duties. 

She found, somewhat to her surprise, that she had to begin her nurse'slife as a sort of maid-of-all-work; she had to scrub floors, to cleangrates, to polish handles--it seemed to her that she never had a momentto herself from morning till night. Her feet felt very sore, her backached. Once or twice she felt so dreadfully fagged that she wondered ifshe could keep up. But through it all, growing greater and greater asthe days went on, there came a sense of full satisfaction, of somethingaccomplished, something done, of the feeling that she was being trainedthoroughly and efficiently, so that at the end of her time of probationshe might be able to say, "There's one thing which I can do _well_. "

When the first Sunday came she was glad to hurry home. She went backbrimful of news, and looked forward to the quiet time in her mother'slittle parlor with great delight. 

Mrs. Staunton was glad to see her. The children were all dressed intheir black frocks, and looked neat and comfortable. George was in theroom. It seemed to Effie as if she did not recognize his coat--shewondered if it could possibly be a new one. 

She arrived at home a little before the midday dinner, and presently thelandlady came in to lay the cloth. This used to be Agnes' occupation. Effie did not say anything while the woman was in the room, but when shewent out she remarked on this change. 

"Oh, it's all right, " said Mrs. Staunton. "I pay half a crown a weekextra, and the landlady now waits on us. It is much more comfortable, Iassure you, Effie, and worth the extra bit of money. "

Effie colored; she gave Agnes a reproachful glance, but did not sayanything. 

Agnes turned her back with a little sniff. 

"Why, Effie, " she said suddenly, "How coarse your hands have got! Whatin the world have you been doing?"

Effie laughed. 

"Polishing, cleaning, and scrubbing, " she said. "In short, doing verymuch what Mrs. Robinson's little maid of all-work does down in thekitchen here. "

"Oh, dear, dear!" exclaimed Agnes; "if those are a nurse's duties, youwon't catch me going in for that sort of profession. "

"It's awfully interesting, " said Effie. "I have, of course to begin atthe bottom, but I like it very much. "

While she was speaking, there came a knock at the door. George went toopen it, and a young man came in. George brought him up to introduce himto his mother. 

"This is my great friend, Fred Lawson, mother, " he said. "Effie, let meintroduce you to Lawson--Lawson, this is my sister Effie. "

Effie bowed. She felt the color rushing all over her face. Lawson wasthe man whom George had wronged in some mysterious way. Lawson was theman for whom that dreadful £250 was required. 

CHAPTER XV. 

They all sat down to dinner, which Effie further noticed was a greatdeal more luxurious than when she held the purse strings. There was anice little joint of roast beef, Yorkshire pudding, and one or twovegetables. This course was followed by an apple tart and custard; andthen the board was graced with some russet apples and walnuts and abottle of port wine. 

Effie felt such a sense of consternation that she could scarcely eatthis pleasant food. But Mrs. Staunton, George, Lawson, and the youngerchildren enjoyed the dinner thoroughly. When the beef was taken away, there was very little left on the joint; and as to the fruit tart, itvanished almost as soon as it was cut. Effie could not help wondering toherself how £150 a year could meet this lavish style of living. 

Lawson talked very pleasantly during dinner. After glancing toward Effieseveral times, he suddenly remarked:

"I cannot help feeling that I know your face, " said he. "Where and whenhave we met before?"

"I saw you last night, " said Effie, with a smile. 

"You saw me last night! What in the world do you mean?"

"Yes, " said Effie. "Don't you remember No. 17, in B Ward? You came in tostop that terrible hemorrhage from the lungs from which she wassuffering. "

"B Ward at St. Joseph's?" exclaimed Lawson. 

"Oh, my dear Effie, now I beg of you not to allude to horrible things atdinner, " exclaimed Mrs. Staunton. 

"No, mother; I am sorry I mentioned it. " Effie colored up. 

"What have you to do with St. Joseph's?" said Lawson. 

"I am a probationer in B Ward, under Sister Kate. "

"Never! how extraordinary! Now I remember, you are the girl who held thebasin. So you really are a probationer! A fresh one! Have you been therelong?"

"Just a week. "

"Well, let me congratulate you on one thing, you held that basin withoutshaking it; I expect you have got plenty of nerve. Of course, I knew Imust have seen you before; I never forget a face. "

Lawson presently went out with George for a walk. Agnes dressed thechildren and took them with her to the Sunday school, and Effie wasalone with her mother. 

"Come and sit by me, darling, " said Mrs. Staunton. "It is so very niceto have you home again; I miss you very much, my dear daughter. But I amreally getting better. George wants me to consult Dr. Davidson at St. Joseph's Hospital. He thinks that your dear father may have beenmistaken about my heart, and that it may get quite strong and wellagain. "

"If you feel better, I don't think I would consult anyone, " said Effie, trembling a little. 

"Well, dear, well, there's no hurry about it. But I always notice, Effie, and it distresses me not a little that any suggestion ofGeorge's you are likely to pooh-pooh; now, surely that is scarcely fairto him, dear fellow? You must notice, my love, how cheerful and pleasantwe have made this room. George insisted on my getting new curtains--onlywhite muslin, you careful child. They cost really very little, but theydo make such a difference in the effect. Then he has also determinedthat I shall live better, plenty of meat and a little port wine. It is amost _false_ economy, my dear, not to attend to one's diet. There'snothing else keeps up the health. "

"Yes, mother, I know all that; but good, expensive, nourishing thingshave to be paid for. "

"Now, Effie, don't let me hear you begin that dismal plaint. Do youreally mean to insinuate that I, your mother, would go into debt forthings?"

"Oh, no, dear mother! how could I think that?"

"You imply it, my love, by your manner. "

Effie sighed. 

It was hopeless to argue or remonstrate. She felt as if the little home, so different from the beloved one in Whittington, was in realityconstructed over a volcano--any day it might collapse. The weight ofsorrow which pressed against her heart as she thought of this, of herfather, of the old life, quite crushed the brave spirit for the moment. Where was George's honor? How dared he lead his mother into theseextravagances, when he knew, too, when he knew----

Effie clasped her hands tightly together. She restrained her emotionswith an effort, and turned the conversation to indifferent matters. 

Mrs. Staunton was certainly in better spirits. There was a little colorin her cheeks, and some of the old sweet brightness in her eves. 

When George had been absent about an hour, she grew restless and_distraite_; she left her seat by Effie's side, and, going to thewindow, looked up and down the street. 

"I hope the rain isn't coming on, " she said; "he forgot to take anovercoat. "

"Who, mother?"

"George. "

"But really, mother dear, he isn't sugar; he won't melt. "

"There you are again, Effie, making little of your brother. It sohappens that he has a nice new coat on to-day, and I don't want it toget shabby at once. "

"A new coat! How did he buy it?"

"I lent him a little money for the purpose; he didn't go into debt, soyou need not think it. "

"I wonder you were able to spare the money. "

"Oh, yes; some of my dividends fell due, and were paid on Monday. I lentGeorge three pounds; I think he has got a wonderful coat for the money. He will pay me back as soon as he gets his own salary. Ah! and there heis, dear fellow, and that nice-looking young man, Mr. Lawson. Effie, nowdo ring the bell; Mrs. Robinson ought to have tea on the table. "

With a great effort Effie kept from making remarks which she knew wouldonly irritate her mother. 

She said to herself, "There's no help for things to-day. The person totalk to is George; he ought not to allow mother to rush through hermoney in this way. I wonder if I am doing wrong in giving up myhome-life to the hospital; but no, I don't think I am. Mother would haveinsisted on managing the money in any case. "

Mrs. Robinson appeared with the tea-tray. There was a little jug ofcream and a shilling Madeira cake; there was also a great plate ofthick bread and butter for the children. The tea-tray was placed on thetable, and George and Lawson took their tea standing. Effie helped them. Lawson looked at her once or twice, and thought what a wonderfully niceface she had, how true her eyes were, how good she seemed altogether. 

"She's altogether of different metal from her brother, " thought theyoung man. "I wish with all my heart he were like her; but althoughthere is something lovable about him, and we are chums, of course, yet Inever feel quite sure of myself when in his company. "

The meal which followed was quite merry. Phil and Marjory had gone up tothe top of their class in Sunday school; Agnes was promoted to teach aclass of very little children; Katie was going in for the JuniorCambridge Examination, and eagerly consulted Effie about some bookswhich she was obliged to procure. Effie promised to give her the moneyout of her first month's salary. 

"But that will be some time off, " she said, "for I am only going throughmy month's trial now, so you must be patient, Katie. "

"I'll lend you the money, " said George, stroking his sister's hair. 

He looked so affectionate and handsome, and so manly and good-humored, that it was impossible not to feel pleased with him. Mrs. Staunton'seyes quite beamed as she glanced at her eldest son. 

"Now, mother, I am going to sit near you, " he said. He drew his chairclose to his mother, and began to talk to her in a low tone. 

Effie and Lawson exchanged a few words over hospital work. He would makean enthusiastic doctor some day! he loved the profession and thought itthe noblest in the world. He reminded Effie a little of her father. 

The quick hours flew all too fast. Effie's time was up. She went back tothe hospital with a curious sense of uneasiness, but equally also ofrest and refreshment. It was nice to think that George had such a goodfriend as Fred Lawson. 

CHAPTER XVI. 

Two months passed away without any special incident. Effie's month oftrial being over, she was now established at St. Joseph's as a regularprobationer. Her salary of twelve pounds a year began from the day hersecond month commenced. All those qualities which Dorothy was quite surethat Effie possessed were coming abundantly to the fore. She had tact, she had courage, she had nerve. She was also absolutely unselfish. Selfwas not in the foreground with her; the work which she had to do, thework which she meant to carry through in the best possible manner, inthe bravest spirit, with the most conscientious sense of duty, everfilled her mental horizon. Sister Kate began to trust Effie. She beganto smile at her now and then, and to give her not quite so muchfloor-scrubbing and grate-polishing, and a little more work to do forthe patients themselves. 

The patients liked to call Effie to smooth their sheets, to turn theirpillows, to give them their drinks. One or two of them, when they had anodd moment, began to make little confidences to her. She learned theirhistories almost at a glance. She also studied their fancies; she beganto find out the exact way Mrs. Robinson liked her gruel flavored, andhow Mrs. Guiers liked her pillows arranged. Effie made no fuss over thepatients, --fuss and favoritism were strongly against the rules, --butnotwithstanding, she was a favorite herself. 

More than one pair of tired eyes looked at her with longing andrefreshment as she passed, and more than one pair of wearied lips smiledwhen she came near. 

Two months went by in this fashion--very, very quickly, as such busymonths must. It was found impossible to allow Effie to go home everySunday, but she went, as a rule, every second one. 

Things seemed to be going fairly straight at home. The extravagance shehad noticed on her first Sunday was not repeated to the same extent. Mrs. Staunton seemed decidedly better, and Effie gave herself up with athankful heart to her work. 

It was now the middle of winter, close upon Christmas-time. The weatheroutside was bitterly cold, although, in the ward, Effie scarcely feltthis. She wore her neat lilac print dress just the same in winter as insummer. 

One day, about a week before Christmas, when a thick yellow fog wasshutting out all the view from the high ward windows, Effie was doingsomething for No. 47, a poor, tired-looking woman of the name of Martin, when Lawson, the young medical student, came suddenly into the ward. Hehad been sent by the house physician to take notes on a certain case. This case happened to be the very one which Effie was attending. When hesaw Effie a peculiar expression passed over his face. It was against thestrictest of all rules for the medical students ever to address a wordto the probationers; even the necessary duties required of them had tobe conveyed through a Sister or a ward nurse. Effie was helping poor No. 47 to drink a little milk and soda water. As she put the glass back inits place, Lawson came close to her. He said abruptly:

"I am very anxious to have a conversation with you about George. "

She colored crimson when he addressed her. 

"Yes, " she said. 

"Nurse!" exclaimed Sister Kate's voice at that moment, in a harsh, sharptone, "go at once and make up the fire at the other end of the room. "

Effie went off, trembling and disturbed. 

The fact of Lawson having specially addressed her passed out of her mindimmediately, but the mention of George's name filled her with fear. 

It was the first time in her hospital life that she absolutely forgotthe rules laid down for her conduct. Sister Kate, who had the eyes of ahawk, noticed when Lawson bent over to speak to the pretty littleprobationer. It was her duty to correct the faintest attempt at flirtingon the part of the probationers and medical students. She felt shockedat Effie, who was fast becoming a favorite of hers, permitting such athing for a moment, and, when next Effie had anything to do for her, quite resumed her icy manner toward her. 

No. 47 required some special attention again that evening--she wasfeverish, and not going on well. She called Effie to her side in aneager voice. 

"You might turn my pillow again for me, dear, " she said. "You know howto hitch it right under the small of my back, better than any of thoseother nurses. There now, that's better. Stoop your head a bit, love. Ibelieve if you go downstairs into the hall near the surgery, you aresafe to see that young doctor; he is sure to be in the dispensary aboutthis time, and you might catch him when he is going out. "

"Hush!" said Effie. "I know you mean kindly, but you ought not to talklike that. "

"Oh, my love, I know, I know, " said the woman, with a wink. "We was allyoung once--I am three-and-forty, and have never had a mate. I missed mychance when I was young. Don't you miss yours, nurse. "

Effie turned pale with indignation; but then, seeing that the womanmeant kindly, she tried to smile. 

"I am very much obliged to you, " she said, "but things aren't a bit theway you think. " She then went off to perform her other duties. 

Sister Kate spoke to her sharply. 

"Nurse, " she said, "I hope you remember the rule which forbidsfavoritism--I noticed that you stayed longer than was necessary with No. 47. "

"She complained a good deal of her back, Sister, and I was arranging herpillows for her. "

"Don't try to deceive me, " said Sister Kate. "You know perfectly wellthat you did not spend all that time arranging a pillow. Now, go andhelp to bring up the teas. "

Effie turned to her duties with a tingling sensation in her eyes. 

It was the first time since her arrival at St. Joseph's that her workseemed almost impossible to her. Her heart quite ached with longing toknow what Lawson had meant. What had he to tell her about George? As shethought, her fears grew greater and her memory of the hospital rulesless and less. 

She determined at any risk to try and see Lawson that evening. It wouldbe impossible for her to venture down into the central hall of thehospital, but she knew for certain that he would come into the wardagain late that evening. 

Sister Kate would be off duty at nine o'clock, and Sister Alice, thenight superintendent, was not nearly so strict. Effie hovered about nearthe door; she knew she was disobeying rules, for she ought to have goneto bed soon after nine o'clock. No one noticed her, however. The nightnurses were all busy taking up their different duties, and Sister Alicewas talking to the house physician at the farther end of the ward. 

Suddenly Effie, standing near one of the doors, saw Lawson comingupstairs; she ran to him without a moment's hesitation. "What have youto tell me about George?" she said. 

He colored, and looked almost annoyed when she spoke to him. 

"I cannot tell you here, " he said in a hasty voice. "Are you going homenext Sunday?"

"No; it's my Sunday in--unless I could get one of the other probationersto change with me. "

"I wish you would manage to do that; I really want to see you verybadly. If you'll go home on Sunday, I'll call in the course of theafternoon, and then I can walk back with you to the hospital. Now, go atonce--you must not be seen talking to me. "

Effie flew down the corridor to her own little room. 

That night she could scarcely sleep; she felt oppressed with all kindsof forebodings. The idea of her having broken one of the rules, and, infact, laid herself open to dismissal, never once entered into her head. 

She was still the faithful nurse--the earnest-minded, gentle, good girl, who would give up her whole life to the alleviation of the sufferings ofothers. The fact of Effie having a dual life, of having a nature whichcould not forget the old home ties, was not likely, however, to berecognized in the hospital. 

The next morning at breakfast she noticed that one or two of theprobationers giggled a little when they saw her. She sat down in herusual seat, and one of the girls nudged her elbow. 

"Well, " she said, "you're no better than the rest of us. "

"What in the world do you mean?" said Effie, coloring scarlet. 

"Oh, don't be so sly!" said the girl, with a poke which she intended tomake playful. "He is a very good-looking young fellow, too; only, if youdon't want to get into mischief, don't let Sister Kate see it. "

"I know what you mean, " said Effie in a steady voice; "but you arealtogether mistaken. I scarcely know Mr. Lawson; he only spoke to meyesterday because he happened to be a great friend of my brother's. "

"Oh, the usual thing, " laughed the girl. "It's so very convenient tohave brothers; is it not, Lucy?"

The girl addressed as Lucy grinned, and Effie felt very uncomfortable. 

At dinner that day, it suddenly passed through her mind that she must, by hook or by crook, induce one of the probationers to change Sundayswith her. Lucy was usually a good-natured girl. Her people did not livein town; as a rule she spent her Sundays out with her aunt-in-law. Effie went up to her when she had a moment to spare. 

"Lucy, " she said, "I wish you would do something for me. "

"To be sure I will, Effie, " she replied--"anything in my power. "

"I want to go home very badly next Sunday; do you think it would bepossible for me to change with you?"

"Heigh-ho!" said Lucy, "You want to meet Mr. Lawson; I know your slylittle ways. "

"No, indeed, it is not true, " began Effie; but then she stopped, for sheknew it was true. She would meet him. "Oh, how little Lucy knows theburden that is pressing on me!" thought the poor girl. 

Tears suddenly rose to her pretty brown eyes. 

"I cannot explain things to you, " she said; "I would if I could. Youmust believe in me and trust me. I have a great deal of anxiety. Oh, ithas nothing to do with the hospital; it is about my home life. There isa great burden laid upon me. I want very much to go home on Sunday. Indeed, Mr. Lawson has little to do with the real burden, only I believehe can tell me something. "

"I know you are a good girl, " began Lucy, who became grave on the spot. "Of course you shall take my turn if Sister Kate will allow it. "

CHAPTER XVII. 

Sister Kate made no objection, and Effie hurried home in a state ofexcitement which she could scarcely restrain. Mrs. Staunton did notexpect her, and the poor girl felt her heart sink low in her breast whenshe saw that her unexpected arrival scarcely gave satisfaction. Therewas a nice white cloth on the table, and a large bunch of flowers in apretty cut-glass jug stood in the center. An attempt at dessert againgraced the board, and Effie noticed that a bottle of sherry and a bottleof port stood on the little sideboard. 

She felt a sense of dismay. 

"Even mother is beginning to keep things from me, " she said to herself. "It is all George, of course! They did not expect me home to-day, sothey are having a particularly good dinner. Is it possible that evenmother would try to deceive me? Oh, dear, dear! how changed all our lifeis, now that father is no longer here!"

There had never been the faintest shadow of concealment about the honestdoctor, and while with her husband Mrs. Staunton was the moststraightforward woman imaginable; but, alas! her character was a weakone--she was now completely under George's influence, and George hadlearned to walk in those crooked paths which those who begin to do wrongare always tempted to follow. 

He came in presently, looking particularly handsome and manly. He had ona nice new coat; and his beautifully got-up collar showed off his freshyoung face to the best possible advantage. 

Mrs. Staunton called him up at once for Effie to criticise. 

"Doesn't he look well in a white silk tie?" she said. "I like white tiesbetter than colored ones for him, and they are not so expensive either, for I can wash them myself. "

"I wonder all that washing does not fag you, mother, " said Effie. 

Before Mrs. Staunton could reply, Mrs. Robinson appeared with thedinner, and the family sat down to an excellent meal. 

Effie saw quite plainly that it would be useless for her to attempt toexpostulate. Mrs. Staunton, after her first start of unconcealed dismay, was very affectionate to her daughter. She told Effie that she thoughtshe looked a little pale, and wondered whether all that nursing was nottoo much for her. 

"No, mother, I love the work, " said Effie. 

"But that is not the question, my love, " said Mrs. Staunton, shaking herhead. "The question is this: is it undermining your health?"

"Well, in any case I should have to earn my living, " said Effie. "Icould not possibly afford to do nothing at home. As well earn it as anurse as in any other way, and I love nursing beyond anything else inthe world. "

"You always were an obstinate dear little girl, was she not, George?But, after all, Effie----" Here Mrs. Staunton paused and looked at herson. "I think I might tell Effie?" she said, giving him a bright nod. 

"Oh, I don't suppose there is anything to make a fuss over, " repliedGeorge. He colored as he spoke, and looked out of the window. He couldeasily hoodwink his mother, but it was difficult to meet Effie's cleareyes and not to feel sure that she was reading him through, and seeinghim as he really was. 

Agnes jumped up, saying it was full time to go to Sunday school; shecarried off the children with her, and George, his mother, and Effiewere alone. 

"Sit down in your usual chair, George, " said his mother. He did so, bringing up the port wine as he spoke, and pouring out a glass, which heinsisted on his mother drinking. He tossed off one or two glasseshimself, after which his eyes grew bright and steady, and a color cameinto his cheeks. 

"Yes, tell Effie, " he said. 

"I think you might do so, George; I am so proud of you. "

"No, mother. I like to hear you describing me; you make me feel such anawfully fine fellow. "

George laughed as he spoke. 

"Well, then, Effie, " said his mother, "you will in future learn toappreciate our dear George as he deserves. The fact is this: he has justgot a rise in his salary of a whole hundred a year. George is nowearning two hundred a year; and he has arranged, dear fellow, to give meone hundred a year, in order that I may have those little comforts whichhe thinks I require. "

"Is that really true?" said Effie, coloring. "Oh, what splendid news!"She looked eagerly at George as she spoke. She longed to jump up, throwher arms round his neck, and kiss him. 

"Is this true?" she repeated. "Oh, I am so glad! We do want the money sobadly. "

George stooped to flick off a speck of dust which had settled on hisimmaculate shirt-cuff; his eyes would not meet Effie's. 

"Of course it is true, " he said in a bravado sort of voice. "You don'tsuppose I would tell mother a lie, do you?"

"Oh, Effie! how could you doubt him?" said Mrs. Staunton, almost crying. 

"No, mother, I don't doubt him, " Effie replied. She walked to thewindow. Her momentary pleasure was over; she knew, just as well as ifGeorge had told her, that the whole thing was a fabrication. If he hadmore money, he was not getting it in his situation. His look, hisattitude, joined to the few words Lawson had said to her, made Effiequite certain on that point. Burning words half rose to her lips, butshe checked them. She did not doubt George. She read the truth in hiseyes; what fell from his lips was nothing. 

Mrs. Staunton kept on talking. "We shall have real comforts at homenow, " she said. "I am, as my boy says, a wonderful manager. "

"The best in all the world, " interrupted George; "there never was such amother. "

Mrs. Staunton's eyes quite shone with pleasure. 

"What I was thinking was this, Effie, " she continued, "that if youreally are not strong enough to go on with your work, we can now affordto keep you at home. "

"Of course we can, " said George. 

He had scarcely said these words, half turning his back on Effie as hespoke, when the room door was opened by Mrs. Robinson, and Lawson wasannounced. 

When he saw his friend, George suddenly turned pale. He recoveredhimself in a moment, however, and went forward to meet him, speaking ina loud and bragging voice. 

"Is that you, Lawson? Welcome, old chap. We did not expect you to-day, but we are right glad to see you, of course. "

"You will stay and have tea with us, won't you, Mr. Lawson?" said Mrs. Staunton in her sweet voice. 

"Yes, certainly, " said Lawson. 

He had given Effie his hand when he came into the room, but he scarcelylooked at her. 

He sat down near Mrs. Staunton, and began to talk to her in his usualbright way. She yielded after a moment to his charm. Lawson was a youngfellow with a great amount of general information; he had also abundanceof tact, and he knew how to suit his words to Mrs. Staunton'srequirements. 

When George saw his friend talking to his mother, he went up to Effieand stood near her. 

"Come to this end of the room, " he said abruptly. 

Effie followed him. 

"I am likely to make quite a pile of money, " he said, speaking in a lowvoice and glancing toward his mother. "I know you think badly ofme, --it's awfully hard on a fellow when his sister thinks badly ofhim, --but, nevertheless, I am likely to be in a real good way ofbusiness soon. And what I want to say now is this, Effie. I am anxiousto pay back that £250 which you borrowed for me. "

"I wish you would, " said Effie. 

"Well, I dare say I can give you fifty pounds toward it this week. Squire Harvey won't require the whole of the money back at once. "

"Oh, he doesn't require it at all, " said Effie. "It is I who require it. It is my honor and the honor of my dead father that demands it. It oughtto be paid back, and you ought to do it. "

"Don't speak so loudly--you do get so excited about things, " saidGeorge. 

Effie lowered her voice. Lawson, as he talked to Mrs. Staunton, glancedsharply at her. 

Tea was brought in, and Effie had to take her place at the tea-tray. George's words had made her feel more uncomfortable than ever. It wasabsolute nonsense to suppose that he could be earning money at thisrate. 

After tea, Effie had to go back to the hospital. 

"Good-by mother, " she said. "I won't see you now for a fortnight. "

Mrs. Staunton got up and put her feeble old arms round her daughter'sneck. "Good-by, my darling, " she said. "Take care of yourself; don'toverwork yourself. Remember it is unnecessary. You have got a home, anda dear, noble, faithful brother to provide for you. "

"Yes, Effie, you are heartily welcome to all that I can give you, " saidGeorge in a lofty tone. 

Effie pressed her lips to her mother's, kept her arms for one momentround her neck, and then turned away with tears in her eyes. 

"Good-by, George, " she said, holding out her hand. 

"I'll see you back to the hospital, " said George. 

"Don't do that. It is a beautiful evening; mother would like you to takea walk with her. "

"And I'd have the greatest pleasure in seeing Miss Effie home, if shewould let me, " said Lawson. 

George hesitated for a moment. For some reason, which was more thanevident, he did not want Effie to be alone with his friend. 

He looked at his mother. She did not catch his eye, or she would haveread his wish by instinct. The evening was really very fine, and sheliked to walk round the square leaning on George's arm. When wellenough, too, she liked him to take her to church. 

"I think I'd enjoy a little walk with you, George, " she said. "Theevening is quite like spring--Wonderful weather for so near Christmas;the air is as mild and soft as milk; and as Mr. Lawson has so kindlypromised to see Effie back, perhaps you'd come?"

"All right, " said George. "By-by, Effie; you'll hear from me, perhaps, in the course of the week. "

Effie went downstairs, followed by Lawson. As soon as ever they got out, he looked her full in the face. 

"You must be greatly amazed, " he said, "at my presuming to bother youabout your family affairs. "

"Oh, no!" she replied. "I think you are kind, but your words have mademe very anxious. "

"Then, " said Lawson, "you see for yourself that things are not allright. "

"I have known that for some time. "

"George is a great friend of mine, " continued Lawson. "We saw a gooddeal of each other when he first came to town--he was a right jolly sortof fellow then; it was only about six months ago that, all of a sudden, he seemed to change. I suppose he took up with some bad companions, butI really can't say for certain. "

"But what about him now?" said Effie, in a voice almost irritable withanxiety. "Have you anything fresh to tell me?"

"You heard him, probably, say to your mother that he had a rise ofsalary?"

"Yes. "

"The fact is, " continued Lawson, "I know that not to be true. "

Effie also in her heart of hearts knew it not to be true, but she couldnot bear to hear a stranger abuse her brother. 

"How can you be sure?" she said, somewhat inconsistently. 

"How can I be sure?" he retorted. "This is not a matter of sentiment, Ihappen to know. George is working with a relative, it is true, but Mr. Gering is one of the hardest men in the City. Everyone who understandshim knows the system on which he works, and a relative has no morechance with him than another. George will have to take his rise step bystep at something like the rate of ten pounds a year. Perhaps he hastold your mother that he has had quite a large rise. "

"He said a hundred a year; he said he was now receiving two hundred ayear. "

"What is to be done?" said Lawson, "Something ought to be done to stopit. Your mother will certainly live beyond her means, and then you willall get into no end of a mess. Do forgive me for taking an interest; thefact is, George was a great friend of mine once. "

"Oh, please don't give him up!" said Effie. "If good men turn againsthim, what chance has he, poor fellow?"

"I won't, if you wish me to look after him, " said Lawson, giving her aquick glance. 

At this moment two nurses from St. Joseph's Hospital, who were crossingthe street, saw Effie. They noticed her earnest face, the sparkle in hereyes; they also observed the glance which the handsome young medicalstudent gave her. The women nudged one another, smiled, and went on. 

Effie never saw them. 

"Let us walk a little faster, " said Lawson, who was not so unobservant. He felt vexed that the women should see him with Effie, but now that hewas with her he must at least unburden his mind. 

"George told me, " said Effie, --"perhaps it is not wrong to repeat it toyou, --that he is likely to make a great deal of money. "

"Did he? Did he tell you that--did he happen to say how much?"

"Well, he spoke as if money were very easily earned, " said Effie. "Hesaid something about getting fifty pounds this week. "

"I must tell you the truth, " said Lawson. "There's no help for it. Yourbrother will go straight to the bad if he is not rescued, and that atonce. "

"What do you mean? Oh, how you frighten me!"

Effie's face was as white as a sheet. 

"I am ever so sorry, " said Lawson; "but what is the use of keeping backthe truth? George has had no rise of salary--indeed, if he is notcareful, he is mother has gone far beyond our means. She hasn't[Transcriber's note: text of this paragraph in original is as shown andends abruptly at this point. ]

"Then how does he get his money?"

"He gets it by gambling. "

"Gambling! Oh, no! oh, no!" said Effie. 

She had the horror of that vice which a pure-minded, well-brought-upgirl must ever have. 

"It is true, " said Lawson; "it gives me the greatest pain to tell youanything so bad of your brother, but there's no help for it. "

"But how do you know?" interrupted Effie. 

"I know by the best of evidence. I have had my suspicions for some time, but I happened to see him coming out of one of those places lastweek--yes, I must tell you, I saw him coming out of a gambling den. Ithink he goes night after night. At present he is winning more than heloses, but that is always the game for drawing fellows on. "

"It must be stopped, " said Effie. She felt quite faint and sick. If hermother knew this it would kill her on the spot. 

They had nearly reached the hospital, and Effie turned and facedLawson. 

"You don't half know what this means to me, " she said. "George is notexactly like an ordinary brother. When my father died quite suddenly ofdiphtheria some months ago, he left my mother in George's care. IfGeorge goes to the bad now, she will certainly die; you must havenoticed for yourself how she is wrapped up in him. "

"Yes; no one could fail to notice it. I think her love for himbeautiful; and he loves her, too. Poor fellow! that is his greatredeeming point. "

"Oh, I don't call it real love, " said Effie, almost with passion--"todeceive her as he does--to do wrong, and that sort of wrong. Oh, I thinkmy heart will break!"

Tears choked her voice, she had the greatest possible difficulty inkeeping them back. Lawson took out his watch. 

"You are not late, " he said. "Let us take a turn round this square. "

They had entered an old-fashioned square where there were very fewpeople. They walked round and round the dismal central garden for sometime. Lawson talked, and Effie listened. After a time they decided thatGeorge's perilous downward career must be stopped at any cost. Lawsonsaid he would make it his business to see George the following evening, to tell him quite frankly what he knew, and, in short, to compel him, ifnecessary, to do what was right. 

"He'll be obstinate, " said Effie--"I know he'll be hard to deal with. Oh, what shall we do?--what shall we do? I am quite certain that alreadymy mother has gone far beyond our means. She hasn't been half carefulenough since I left her. If George stops getting money in this wayshe'll wonder and question. I doubt very much whether you can have theleast influence over him. What is to be done?"

"Don't be so down-hearted, " said Lawson. "He requires a man to tacklehim--a man who really knows the temptations young fellows meet. Ifyou'll allow me to say so, Miss Staunton, I don't think the case quitehopeless; anyhow, you may be quite sure I'll do my best for him. "

"Thank you, " said poor Effie; "you are more than good, and I do trustyou. " She hurried back to the hospital; but, to her dismay, when she gotthere, found that she was a quarter of an hour late. 

Absolute punctuality in returning from any outdoor pleasure is expectedfrom all nurses. She hurried upstairs, hoping that she might gain herroom, put on her cap and apron, and return to the ward before SisterKate had time to miss her. This might have been the case--for SisterKate had been very much occupied with some anxious cases during theafternoon--had not one of the nurses, who had a spite against Effie forbeing prettier and cleverer than herself, drawn Sister Kate's attention, to the fact that the young probationer was behind her time. This nursehad seen Effie walking with Lawson. Immediately her spirit of jealousyand envy was up in arms; she did not for a moment consider what injuryshe might do the poor girl by her false and unkind words. 

"Nurse Staunton is late, " she said. "I don't know how I am possibly toget the ward in order for the night unless I have some help. "

"I must speak to her, " said Sister Kate, glancing at the clock, andlooking a little annoyed. "This wasn't her Sunday to go out, either. Icannot let the rules be broken in this way. Let me know as soon as evershe comes in. "

"I suppose there's some excuse to be made for her, " said the nurse, speaking in a knowing way. "She's a very careful, good sort of girl, butthere _are_ times when the best of us forget ourselves. "

The woman knew that Sister Kate would interpret her words as she wishedher to do. She went off in a hurry to perform her duties, and when Effieentered the ward, Sister Kate received her with marked coldness. 

"You are very late, nurse, " she said. "Where have you been?"

"I have been at home with my mother. "

"Was your mother ill? Is that your excuse for being behind your time?"

"No; mother was well--better than she has been for some time. "

"Then why are you late?"

"The fact is, I was walking with a friend, and forgot to notice thehour. "

"That's no excuse. You have certainly behaved very carelessly, and haveput the other nurses out by not being in time to take your duties. Whowas the friend with whom you were walking?"

Sister Kate had no right to ask this question, but she felt muchprovoked at the moment, and the color which rushed all over Effie's faceexcited her curiosity. 

"Perhaps you'll think I did wrong, " said Effie, looking up at her almostdefiantly. "The friend was Mr. Lawson. He knows my brother very well; hewas talking to me about him. I cannot refuse to speak to him when I seehim out of doors, can I?"

"Don't be pert, nurse! You know it is one of the strictest rules of thehospital that none of the nurses are to speak to the medical students. "

"I know; and I don't wish to speak to him in the hospital. "

"See you don't, or you'll be dismissed at once; in fact, the less youknow of any of the medical students, the better for you. I am very sorrythat this young man knows your brother. I should not have had anythingto do with you, had I been aware of this fact. "

"How absurd and unjust!" murmured Effie under her breath. She turnedaway--she felt absolutely cross. 

Sister Kate called her back. 

"Now, bustle about, " she said. "The supper-trays want to be taken away;the women are perfectly tired of waiting to be settled for the night. "

Effie moved mechanically about her duties. Her heart felt sick. She didnot think she could remain much longer under Sister Kate's care. "If shetreats me like this, " thought the proud girl, "I cannot endure it. Mr. Lawson is nothing to me--he is only my brother's friend. He is good, andwants to help us in an hour of great perplexity. What shall I do? I feeltied and fettered in every way. "

She laid her head on her pillow only to burst into tears. She criedherself to sleep. All the world seemed black to her. 

CHAPTER XVIII. 

Effie saw very little of Dorothy Fraser, but on the following day, toher great surprise and pleasure, as she was leaving the dining-hall, Dorothy came up and spoke to her. 

"You have a minute to spare, " she said; "just come out on this balconyand talk to me. "

Effie obeyed her. 

"What do you want with me, Dorothy?" she asked. 

"I wish to know why you look so pale and worried--you seem to havedispleased Sister Kate, too. "

Effie very nearly burst into tears, but she restrained herself. 

"I'll tell you what it is, " she said. "It is the most unjust thing!"

She then mentioned in as few words as possible the circumstance ofLawson having spoken to her--of her great anxiety about George--and ofher having walked back with the young medical student from her home onthe previous evening. 

Dorothy looked very grave while Effie was speaking. 

"It is unfortunate, " she said. "This is just the sort of thing thatinjures a girl at the commencement of her hospital life. "

"But it is so ridiculous and unjust, " said Effie. "What in the world canMr. Lawson be to me?"

"Oh, nothing, of course, my dear, " replied Dorothy. "But still the rulescannot be too strict on this point. You know I am not a prude, but allgirls are not like you, Effie; and, in short, Sister Kate is in theright. Someone must have seen you walking back with Mr. Lawson, and musthave told her, or hinted, at least, at the state of the case. Nothingelse would have induced her to question you. "

"She had no right to speak to me about acquaintances that I meet out ofthe hospital. "

"Strictly speaking, she has no right; that's why I say she must have gota hint. "

"Oh, well, never mind her, " said Effie. "I won't speak to Mr. Lawsonagain, unless I meet him out of doors, where I can, and shall, whateverSister Kate may say. "

"Effie, you must be careful. "

"I don't want to think of myself at all. Can't you see how miserable Iam about my mother and about George?"

"Yes; it is a most wretched business. I am more sorry for you than I cansay. "

"Oh, I wish something could be done, " said Effie. "I feel tired andfettered here--I feel almost wild. I cannot devote myself to mynecessary duties. "

"Poor child, " said Dorothy in her caressing voice. "Let me think: I musthelp you in some way. Suppose I go to-day to see your mother? I had achance of having the whole afternoon to myself, but, as I had nowhere inparticular to go, was determining not to avail myself of it, but now Ican be of use to you. "

"Oh, Dorothy! would you really go to see mother? It will be of thegreatest possible use. You have such tact--you can say things that noone else would venture to say; and then if only you could see George!"

"I'll take the thing up somehow, " said Dorothy; "you shan't be draggedand worried to death, you dear, brave little girl. Give me a kiss, Effie, and go back to your work. Between Mr. Lawson and me, we willpull you through this trouble, see if we don't!"

"Do you know Mr. Lawson, Dorothy?"

"Know him! Of course I do. He is one of the very nicest fellows here--asgood as gold and as steady as a rock, and with such a beautifulenthusiasm for his profession--he'll make a splendid doctor by and by. Yes, Effie, don't mistake me: it is not the man I object to, it is thefact that he is a medical student, and that you are a nurse. So many badthings have been said about nurses and medical students that all nursesworthy of the name have to make up their minds to show the world thatthey can and will nurse without even the thought of flirtation cominginto their head. "

"You're right, of course, " said Effie, with burning cheeks. "But it's ashame, it's horrible! How can anyone think I wish to flirt?"

She turned away--she was obliged to go back to her duties; but her heartfelt much lighter after her conversation with Dorothy. 

That afternoon Sister Kate, watched Effie as she would, could find nofault with her. She was attentive, tactful, kind, and considerate; alittle bit of her old pleasant cheerfulness had also returned toher--her face looked less careworn. 

The fact is, she was leaning on Dorothy, and felt the comfort ofDorothy's strong support. 

The patients were only too glad for Effie to do things for them; and No. 47, who was very weak and low, smiled whenever the girl approached herbedside. 

"Hold my hand, love, whenever you have a minute to spare, " said the poorcreature. "I feel low like, awfully low; I am going down--down, and itsupports me to hold your hand; you're a good girl, anyone can see that. "

"I try to be, " said Effie, tears springing to her eyes. 

"Ah, it's well to be good, " continued the woman. "When we come to lie asI'm lying now, we think a sight of goodness. "

"I hope you'll soon be better, " said Effie. 

"Never, my love, never again. I'm going out--that's what is happening tome; it's a lonesome thing to die, but I don't feel so lonesome when I'mholding your hand. "

Effie came to the poor creature as often as she could. Once again thefascination of the life she so dearly loved drew her out of herself, andenabled her to forget the heavy home cares. 

In her bedroom that night Sister Dorothy paid her a visit. 

"Well, Effie, " she said, "I've news for you. Mr. Lawson saw George lastnight. He spoke to him quite frankly, and said that, if he did notimmediately give over this awful gambling, he'd go and see his cousin, Mr. Gering. "

"And what did George say?" asked Effie. 

"Oh, he promised as faithfully as possible that he'd give it up. Mr. Lawson seemed quite pleased with him, and said he didn't think he'd havebeen so penitent and so easily influenced as he has been. "

"But will he give it up?" questioned Effie. 

"He promised to. Of course he is anxious at not being able to earn moremoney, for the foolish fellow encouraged your mother to be extravagant, and now there are several debts which must be met somehow. What's thematter with you, Effie? Why do you start?"

"How can I help it? Debts would kill mother. Perhaps I ought to tellyou, Dorothy--you have been so good to me, and I trust you so much thatI don't think it can be wrong to tell you any trouble which concernsme. "

"No, of course it isn't. Speak out what is in your mind, Effie. "

"Well, George was in trouble that time he came to see father--that timewhen father was dying. He owed Mr. Lawson--I can't tell you how, Ican't tell you why--£250. He said that if the money were not paid backwithin six weeks, that he, George--oh, Dorothy, how can I say it?--thathe'd have to go to--to _prison_! He said he must have the money; I felt, too, that he must have the money; for our mother's sake. So I went tosee Squire Harvey, and he--he lent it to me. "

Dorothy sat down on the side of the bed. Effie's story made her feelvery grave. She paused for a moment, puzzled what to say. 

"He lent me the money, " continued Effie, looking straight at her friendwith her bright eyes. "I know he never wants it back again, but he musthave it back. "

"Oh, yes! he must have it back, " exclaimed Dorothy. 

"Well, he lent it to me, " continued Effie, with a sigh; "and I thought, of course, that George would be all right after that, and I arrangedthat the Squire should have his interest regularly. I thought my ownsalary would nearly cover that. "

"It can't be done, " interrupted Dorothy. "Your salary barely pays foryour washing and your few out-of-pocket expenses. It's absolutelyimpossible that you can live here without a penny; the little you earnmust go to yourself. "

"Then there's nothing for it, " said Effie; "I must go where I can earnmore. I hate the thought beyond all words, but I must--I must do it!"

"You don't mean to tell me that you would give up your life as a nurse?"

"Do you think for a moment, Dorothy, that I'd give it up willingly? Itmakes me sick to think of relinquishing what has been my dream eversince I was a little girl; but I see plainly that I must do something toearn money to help mother; and then, if George does keep straight, perhaps we may all be happy some day. "

Tears choked Effie's voice, her eyes grew dim. 

"What do you think of doing, dear?" said Dorothy in a gentle voice. 

"I'll go to the Harveys and ask them to take me as a governess forFreda. I fancy, somehow, that they might be induced to give me a goodsalary--something like fifty or sixty pounds a year, and I can teach achild like Freda very well indeed, for her father saw that I was welleducated. There's nothing else for it, I can see that; but it breaks myheart all the same. "

CHAPTER XIX. 

Dorothy talked a little longer to Effie. When at last she left her, thepoor girl felt soothed and strengthened. She dropped off to sleep, todream of the old days when she was living in the pretty little cottagein Whittington, and when she longed so earnestly to go out into the wideworld. Effie woke long before it was time to get up. She thought of herdream, and sighed heavily to herself. She was in the wide world now witha vengeance. Did it look as fair, as rose-colored, as fascinating, as itused to look in her early dreams? No; the reality was bitter enough. Shewould have given a great deal at that heavy moment of her life to turnback the page and be a child at home again. 

The nurses' bell rang, and she got up quickly. Next week she was to takeher turn at night-nursing. She was getting on well, and, notwithstandingthe small cloud which now existed between her and Sister Kate, SisterKate knew Effie's value. There are nurses and nurses. Many girls who goas probationers to the great hospitals are thoroughly unsuited to thelife; their qualifications are not those essential to the good nurse;they are destitute of tact, of presence of mind, of that tendernesswhich can be firm as well as gentle. But Effie was an ideal nurse; hersoft and gentle ways, her kind yet firm glance, the cleverness sheshowed, the tact she displayed, all proved to Sister Kate that the youngprobationer might one day be a valuable help to her. She was angry withEffie at present, but she was determined to leave no stone unturned tohelp the girl and train her thoroughly in her noble profession. 

During that night Sister Kate had thought of Effie. She had noticed herpale face during the past day, the sadness in her eyes, the heaviness inher steps, and her heart smote her a little, a very little. 

"I don't believe that girl could do anything mean or underhanded, " shereflected. "Of course it is tiresome that she should know any of themedical students, but I believe I can trust her word that she will neverspeak to this young man except out of the hospital. "

Accordingly, Sister Kate met Effie the next morning with much of herold pleasantness. Effie's sad heart bounded again in her breast whenSister Kate spoke kindly to her, and she went about her duties with thedetermination not to leave even the smallest matter undone. Thoroughlybut carefully she went through all the minutiæ of those everlastingcleanings and brushings. 

At last her morning's work was over, and now came the crucial momentwhen she must speak to Sister Kate. The doctors had gone their rounds, the patients were all settled for the morning. Effie came up to SisterKate in one of the corridors. 

"Can you spare me a few moments of your time?" she asked. 

The Sister looked up at the tall clock in the passage. 

"Do you want to see me about anything important?" she asked. 

"Yes, it is something important. "

"Well, come into my private room; I can give you five minutes. "

Sister Kate sat down--Effie stood before her. 

"I'll try and tell you what I want as briefly as possible, " she said. "Iwish to know if I can be spared to go out this afternoon?"

"It is not your afternoon out. What do you mean?"

"I wouldn't ask if it wasn't necessary. The fact is, there's greattrouble at home, and I--I must see my mother, and perhaps I may have tomake another visit. "

Sister Kate frowned. 

"I don't wish not to sympathize with you, of course, " she said, after apause, "but the fact is, nurses should detach themselves as much aspossible from home-life. The nurse who really gives herself up to hersplendid calling has to try to forget that she has a home. She has toremember that her first duties consist in taking care of her patientsand in learning her profession. "

"Then I can't be a nurse, " said Effie, the color rushing into her face. 

Sister Kate looked at her and shook her head. 

"I am very sorry, " she said, after a pause. "The fact is, I had greathopes of you--you have many of the qualifications which go to make asplendid nurse; I won't recount them here. I had, as I said, great hopesof you, but your words now make me fear that, excellent as thosequalifications are, they are overbalanced. "

"By what?" asked Effie. 

"By sentimentality--by nervous overworry about matters which you shouldleave in other hands. "

"I have no other hands to leave them in; the fact is, home duties mustalways be first with me. I've got a mother and several young brothersand sisters. I am the eldest daughter. I cannot let my mother suffer, even to indulge what has been for a long time the great dream of mylife. It is very probable that I shall have to give up being a nurse. "

"How can you? You are engaged here for three years. "

"I must beg of the Governors of the hospital to let me off; the case isa special one--the trouble under which I am suffering is mostunexpected. I fear, I greatly fear, that I shall be obliged to leave thehospital for a time. "

"I am truly sorry to hear that, " said Sister Kate. "Does your friendMiss Fraser know of this?"

"Yes. "

"I hope it may not be necessary. As I said, you have the making of agood nurse in you. You want to go away for a few hours? Well, I'll tryand manage it. Perhaps when you go home and see your people, you willfind that it is unnecessary for you to sacrifice yourself to thisextent. Anyhow you can have from two till five to-day. Now go and muchin train for the afternoon as you can. You can stay out from two tillfive. I hope you'll have good news for me when you return. "

"I hope I shall, " said Effie; but her heart felt low. She had littleexpectation of being able to continue the life which she longed toperfect herself in. At two o'clock she went out, and did not take manyminutes in reaching her mother's door. 

Mrs. Staunton looked surprised to see her. 

"What is the matter. Effie?" she said. "How white and worn you look! Whyhave you come back to-day?"

"I wanted to see you, mother, so I got an afternoon off duty. SisterKate was kind--I begged of her to let me come. I have a great longing tosee you. "

"Well, my dear, I'm all right. The fact is, I get better and better. "

Mrs. Staunton was seated by the window. She was making a pinafore forlittle Marjory--her needle flew in and out of the stuff. She wastrimming the pinafore with narrow lace. Effie took it up and sat down byher mother. 

"Your hands tremble, mother; are you really well?"

"Oh, yes, my love; yes! You look at me as if you thought there wassomething the matter. Have you--Effie, your looks frighten me. "

"Don't let them frighten you, dear mother. You know the greatest longingof my heart is to help and serve you. If there is anything worryingyou, you'll tell me, won't you?"

"I will, " said Mrs. Staunton. She paused and looked at her daughter. "There's nothing _exactly_ worrying me, " she said, after a pause, "butstill I feel a little bit anxious. "

"You'll tell me, won't you?"

"You won't scold me, Effie?"

"As if I could, mother darling!"

"Well, perhaps I did a rash thing--poor dear George!--You know howdevoted I am to him, Effie?"

"Oh, yes, mother darling, anyone can see that. "

"Well, the fact is, I--I yielded to his entreaties. Perhaps I ought notto tell you, Effie--perhaps it will displease him. "

"Yes, do tell me, " said Effie. "There ought not to be any secrets inone's family. I ought to know--I will know. You are worried aboutsomething, and I will know what your burden is. What is it, mother?"

"I'll tell you in a few words. There's nothing in it, after all. Shortlyafter you left us, George persuaded me to put my money into the CityBank in his name. He said it seemed such folly to have two accounts forsuch very small sums. "

"You did it?" said Effie, her face turning white. 

"Yes, yes, I knew you would reproach me. I won't be reproached--Iwon't!"

"I will not say a word, dearest, dearest mother. Take my hand--your handdoes shake so. Now tell me all about it. "

"Oh, it's nothing, my love, really, only----"

"Yes, mother--only?"

"Only this morning I asked George to fill in a check for me before hewent to town. He did so. It was for five pounds. He seemed vexed at myrequiring so much, but I said I couldn't do with less, for there was thelandlady to pay, and the butcher has been so troublesome with his bills. I couldn't do with less than five pounds, and George drew a check for mefor that amount. I sent Aggie with it straight to the bank, and----"

Mrs. Staunton's face became very pale, her hand shook more violentlythan ever. 

"Yes, mother?" said Effie. 

"They sent it back. Effie, with 'No _effects_' written across the back. I am sure there must be a mistake, but they told Aggie that George hadoverdrawn his account, and that they couldn't cash this check--therewere no effects, that was it. "

"No effects!" said Effie, her face scarlet. "But hadn't you some of yourmoney still left in the bank?"

"Yes, I had over fifty pounds. I put the money into the bank in George'sname over a week ago. It was to last us for some time. Oh, Effie, don'tlook at me with those reproachful eyes! I feel faint. "

Effie got up quickly; she poured some sal-volatile into a wineglass, and, filling it up with water, brought it to her mother to drink. 

Mrs. Staunton was soon better. The passing weakness went off quickly. 

"What is to be done?" she said, raising her eyes to her daughter. "Oh, Iam so glad you don't scold me, Effie. "

"Of course I don't, mother darling. You must have money, you can't geton without it. "

"That's just what I say. I am sure I am as saving as woman could be, butthe expenses are so heavy. "

"Yes, of course. "

"I'm expecting George in every minute, " said Mrs. Staunton. "He has verylikely put the money back into the bank now. He is doing such a splendidbusiness that perhaps he drew the fifty pounds--meaning to return it atonce. He has such a capital head for making money--really, I never knewsuch a boy. I dare say he has put it back _doubled_. "

"Oh, mother, don't you know better?--how can he do that? But now let ustalk of something else. Here's Agnes, that's right. Agnes, will you getsome tea for mother? She's quite weak and upset. I'm going out. I musthurry, for I've to be back at the hospital at five. I'm going out, butI'll come to see you mother, before I return to the hospital. Get thetea, Agnes; don't be long about it. "

Agnes put a little kettle on the fire. 

"Do you know about--about the check?" she asked Effie in a whisper. 

"Oh, yes; don't make a fuss over it--it will be all right. "

"Mrs. Robinson says she must be paid--she is owed four weeks' rent, andshe won't let it go on any longer. "

"I'll see her when I come back, " said Effie. "Now, do take care ofmother. I won't be away a minute longer than I can help. "

"Won't you have a cup of tea first, Effie?"

"No, no; I've no time. "

Effie ran downstairs, and went out into the street. She felt nerved andbraced now. The moment of indecision was past--the moment for definiteaction had arrived. There was no question with regard to her duty. Itlay plain and straight before her. 

She happened to know that the Harveys were in town. They were staying inEaton Place. She took an omnibus, which presently brought her into theneighborhood of Victoria; a few minutes afterward she rang the bell attheir hall door. 

A man-servant, whom she did not know, opened it. 

"Is Mrs. Harvey at home?" asked Effie. 

"I believe so, " he replied, "but I'm not sure if she can see anyone. "

"Perhaps she will see me if you give her my name, " said Effie in agentle voice. "Say Miss Effie Staunton, please, and that I am anxious tosee her on pressing business. "

The man withdrew, inviting Effie as he did so into the hall. 

"He takes me for a servant, " she said to herself. "Well, what matter?That truly is only a pinprick. "

In a minute or two he returned, with a changed expression on his face. 

"Follow me upstairs, please, miss, " he said. "My mistress will see you. "

Effie followed him up some low stairs--her feet sank into the richcarpets. The contrast between this luxurious house and the severity ofthe hospital sickened her. 

"I shall choke if I live here, " she said to herself. But then shecrushed all thought of self. 

The men led her up two or three short flights of stairs. At last heknocked at a door, before which a rich curtain hung. A voice said "Comein, " and Effie found herself in Mrs. Harvey's presence. She was seatedin a deep armchair; her maid stood before her, holding out differentrich brocades and silks which had just been sent round for her to see. 

"That will do, Carey, " she said, when she saw Effie. "You can take allthose things away. Tell Madam Miller that I have decided on this bluesilk crépon, and this rose-colored silk. I'll call round to be fittedto-morrow morning. Now, Miss Staunton, I'm sorry to have kept youwaiting. How do you do? I am so glad to see you. "

Mrs. Harvey was not so impulsively glad as she had been the last timeshe saw Effie. The doctor's death--the death he had died for her--seemedremoved into the background; her existence was absorbed in pleasure, ingayety and excitement. She had an affectionate, kindly nature, however, and one glance into Effie's sad eyes softened her toward the poor girl. 

"Well, what can I do for you?" she said. "How are you? Why, you are anurse--you are in nurse's dress--how capital! What a splendid idea!"

"Yes, I am a probationer at St. Joseph's, " said Effie. 

"Oh my dear child, that's splendid for you, of course; but I trust youhave brought no infection in your clothes. "

"No, " said Effie, with the faintest of smiles. "I have nothing to dowith any of the infectious wards. I am quite safe. I want to speak toyou. "

"I shall be very glad to listen to you, my dear. You know, of course, that the Squire and I take the deepest interest in you and in yourfamily. By the way, how is your dear mother, and how are all thosepretty girls and boys getting on?"

Effie could not remember that Mrs. Harvey had ever seen her mother--why, therefore, should she speak of her as "dear"? and as to the boys andgirls, they were not specially remarkable for their good looks, and ifthey were, Mrs. Harvey knew nothing about it. She answered theseconventional inquiries in a quiet voice. 

"I hope you'll forgive me, " she said, at the first possible pause, "butI am in a very great hurry. I have promised to be back again at St. Joseph's at five o'clock, and it's nearly four now. May I tell you whatI really came about?"

"Oh, yes, of course, of course!"

"Do you remember, before I came to London, the very kind offer you andthe Squire made me?"

"Of course, " said Mrs. Harvey, "if you mean our wish that you shouldbecome governess to little Freda. But Freda goes to a kindergarten now. Carey takes her around every morning, and Rhoda goes to fetch her atdinner time. The life seems to suit her very well. Of course we did wishfor you very much, but as you could not come--oh, no doubt you havechosen wisely. "

Mrs. Harvey yawned; she stretched out her hand and rang the bell. Theservant appeared almost immediately. 

"Tea for two, " she said, "and be quick, Andrews. "

"I can't wait for tea, " said Effie, rising. "I am very much obliged. Ionly came to say that circumstances would make me inclined to acceptyour offer now, but as you don't want a governess there's nothing moreto be said. "

"Oh, it's so sweetly good of you, Miss Staunton, and had matters beendifferent we should have been pleased. Well, good-by, if you must go. Where did you say your mother lived?"

"A long way from here. "

"But do give me her address. I should be so pleased to drive round andsee her some day. Perhaps she would go for a drive with me. What a goodidea! Yes, I'll come. Where did you say you lived?"

Effie had not said anything. 

Mrs. Harvey held out her limp, long hand. "Good-by, Miss Staunton. Youknow I take a great interest in you, " she exclaimed. 

CHAPTER XX. 

Just at this moment the door was opened, and the Squire came in. He wasof different stuff from his wife. When he saw Effie, his face beamedwith pleasure, and he held out a big, hearty hand. 

"Miss Staunton!" he exclaimed. "Why, this is a pleasure! Oh, you mustnot run away; you must sit down and tell me all about yourself--I'vebeen longing to hear about you. How is your brother in the City, andyour mother? I do hope she is a little better. And all those other ladsand lasses? Sit down, my clear child, I insist on it--I have lots ofthings to say to you. "

Mrs. Harvey, who was standing near the mantelpiece, came gently forwardwhen the Squire began to speak. She looked at Effie with new interest. Her face was long and pale, she had no color in her lips, her light hairwas very fashionably dressed. She wore a dress of the latest mode, andher thin fingers were loaded with rings, which flashed and shonewhenever she moved her hand. 

Effie hated those flashing rings--she turned her head so that she neednot see them. 

Mrs. Harvey began to talk in a high falsetto voice to her husband. 

"Do you know, my dear, " she exclaimed, "that Miss Staunton has just beenso kind? She came here to offer her services for Freda; but you knowdear Freda is getting on so capitally at the kindergarten, that---- Why, what in the world is the matter, Walter?"

"Matter!" exclaimed the Squire in his hearty voice. "Why, that we won'tbe such fools as to reject Miss Staunton's offer. I was told only a fewminutes ago that that kindergarten is simply full of whooping-cough andmeasles--children sickening with them and going home almost every day. Iwas going to say that Freda must be moved. "

"Oh, I should think so, indeed, " said Mrs. Harvey. "Whooping-cough andmeasles! how terrible! and I never had whooping-cough--why, I shouldn'tbe able to go out for the whole season. I do hope and trust the dearchild hasn't contracted the infection. Dear Miss Staunton, of courseyou'll come. It is exactly what we'd like best. How soon can youcome?--to-morrow?--to-night?"

"Neither to-morrow nor to-night, " said Effie. "But if you really wishfor me, and if we agree as regards terms, the day after to-morrow. "

"What do you mean by saying if we agree as to terms?" asked Mrs. Harvey. 

"I want a big salary, " said Effie, looking up bravely at the two, whowere watching her with half-amused, half-anxious expression. "I want tocome to you, and to leave the work which I love best, because I hope youmay be induced to give me an exceptional salary. I want the moneybecause my mother and my--my young brothers and sisters are almost--atleast they will be, if I don't get it, almost starving. "

Effie spoke in jerks. She had the greatest difficulty in keeping backher emotion. It was dreadful to have to plead with these richpeople--these people who knew nothing whatever of her sore need--to whommoney was so plentiful as to have lost its freshness, its desirability, its charm. It was awful to look into their faces--to see the blank, non-comprehending stare which came into Mrs. Harvey's pretty blue eyes, and to notice the puzzled expression on the Squire's face. 

"You can't mean that?" he exclaimed. "You can't mean there's any chanceof that?"

"There is a chance of it, but not if I come here. I know how kind youare, how noble you have been to me. I'll come to Freda. I'll doeverything for her; I'll teach her, and I'll play with her, and I'lllove her, and I'll nurse her if she is ill, but oh, do please begenerous and give me as big a salary as you can. "

"What do you expect--what do you think fair?" asked the Squire. 

"I thought--I know it seems a great deal, but I thought you might bewilling to give me sixty pounds a year. "

"Bless you, my dear child!" exclaimed the Squire; "if you'll accept it, we'll give you a hundred and fifty. "

"No, I couldn't accept that, " said Effie. "It is not fair. "

"Why not? We couldn't get anyone else to exactly take your place for themoney; and remember we have plenty of money. "

"I'll take a hundred a year, because I am in sore distress, " said Effie, after a brief pause; "and--and will you pay me monthly, and may I havemy first month's salary in advance? I wouldn't ask it if they didn'twant it _terribly_ at home. Will you do this?"

"Yes, with pleasure, " said the Squire. "I insist on your accepting tenpounds a month--that will be one hundred and twenty a year. Now, willyou have a check, or shall I give you the money in gold and notes?"

"The gold will be the most acceptable, " said Effie. "Oh, I feel soashamed!" she added. 

"Why should you? You give us an equivalent. Besides, it makes mattersmore tolerable. I cannot forget----"

"Oh, don't, Walter--don't allude to that awful time!"--cried Mrs. Harvey. 

The Squire shut up his lips. He took a little bundle of gold out of oneof his pockets and put ten sovereigns into Effie's hand. 

"It is a bargain, " he said. "I cannot tell you how relieved we are. You'll be with us the morning after next? Elfreda, my love, we must tellour little Freda what a pleasure is in store for her. "

"Yes, I am more than delighted, " exclaimed Mrs. Harvey. "This plan suitsme in every way. You won't fail us, Miss Staunton? for, in case Freda byany chance has taken that awful whooping-cough, you can keep her inisolation from the very first. "

"Oh, yes!" said Effie, smiling; "but I dare say she is all right. "

She shook hands with her new employers and left the house. 

The gold was in her pocket. She felt that she had sold herself and hermission in life for ten sovereigns. "It is the present need which makesthe thing so desperate, " she said under her breath. "If George has drawnall the money, they have absolutely nothing to live on; but more willcome in, and there's this to go on with. We'll manage somehow now. "

She returned to the lodgings, but before she went upstairs she had aninterview with the landlady. 

"What do you charge my mother for rent?" she asked. 

"Well, Miss Staunton, " exclaimed the woman, "with the dinners and onething and another, I am obliged to make it a pound a week. "

"That is a great deal too much, " said Effie. "I don't suppose it is toomuch for your rooms, but it is more than we can afford just now. When wefirst came to you, you agreed to let us the rooms without attendance forfifteen shillings a week. We cannot by any possible management afford topay more. "

"But Mrs. Staunton wished for attendance, miss--she said it made all thedifference; there was half a crown for attendance and half a crown extrafor kitchen fire. "

"But the kitchen fire was included in the fifteen shillings a week. "

"Then there wasn't late dinner. "

"Surely there is no late dinner now?" exclaimed Effie. 

"Oh, yes, miss; every evening Mr. Staunton requires a nice little bit ofdinner sent up when he comes home. You see, miss, it is quite impossiblefor me to have extra fires without charging for them. "

"Certainly. Well, I don't think there will be any extra dinner infuture. And now please tell me exactly how much is due to you. "

"Four pounds, miss; but if I'm paid one, on account, I shan't mindwaiting. I'd be really sorry to dislodge such a nice lady as yourmother, Miss Staunton. "

"Here is the money in full, " said Effie. "Will you give me a receipt?"

"Oh, with pleasure, miss. Won't you sit down? I hope, Miss Staunton, nothing will induce your good mother to move from here. I will doeverything in my power to make her comfortable. "

"You must understand, " said Effie, "that in future she only pays fifteenshillings a week without extras. My sisters Agnes and Katie are quiteold enough to do all the waiting which my mother requires. In fact theymust do so, for we can't afford to pay a penny more. "

"Am I to understand, miss, that there's no late dinner?"

"Certainly not. "

"Very well; I am sure I'll do all in my power to oblige. "

Effie left her, putting her receipt carefully in her pocket as she didso. She went upstairs and entered the little sitting-room where hermother was now pacing quickly and restlessly up and down. There was adeep flush on her cheeks, and a look of despair in her eyes. 

"Oh, Effie, you've come!" she exclaimed, the moment she saw herdaughter. "George has been in. There's something wrong, I know--I knowthere is. He came in just for a minute and he kissed me, and said hewasn't coming home to-night, and he--he looked _wild_. He stuffed a fewthings into a bag, and said I wasn't to expect him back to-night. Ididn't dare ask him about the money. What--what can be the matter, Effie?"

CHAPTER XXI. 

Effie did all in her power to soothe her mother. It was past the hourfor her return to St. Joseph's, but under the present circumstances shecould not give this matter a thought. Mrs. Staunton was strung up to aterrible condition of nervousness. She walked faster and faster aboutthe room; she scarcely spoke aloud, but muttered words under her breathwhich no one could hear. At every footfall on the stairs she started. Sometimes she went to the door and flung it open--sometimes she went tothe window and pressed her face against the glass. Darkness set in, andthe lamps were lit in the street. Katie went to the window to pull downthe blinds. 

"No, don't touch them, " said Mrs. Staunton fretfully--she still keptstaring out into the street. Presently she called Effie to her. 

"Doesn't that man turning the corner look something like George?" sheexclaimed. 

Effie looked eagerly. 

"No, that's not George, " she said. 

"Agnes, you have better sight, " called Mrs. Staunton to her nextdaughter; "come and watch with me--we are sure to see him soon. It can'tbe that he has gone away for the night--for the whole night. Isn't thathim? Look at that man, --that one crossing the road--that one in thewaterproof. Oh, how hard it is raining! If George is out much longer, he'll be drenched to the skin. Aggie, look; and you, Katie, can't youwatch? Now, _that_ man, isn't that George?"

"No, no, mother!" answered the poor children, in affright. 

Mrs. Staunton kept on making exclamations. Again and again she cried outhopefully that surely George was coming now; but George himself neverreally appeared. Effie knew that she would get into hopeless disgrace atSt. Joseph's. No matter! she could not leave her mother at such amoment. Each instant she became more anxious about her. She called Agnesaside, and told her that she had put a stop to the late dinner, and alsoto the extra attendance, but as probably some dinner had been orderedfor that evening, she had better go down and bring it up, as Mrs. Staunton must be forced to eat at any cost. 

Agnes tripped out of the room, and presently returned with a couple ofpork chops and some baked potatoes. She flung them down on the table, exclaiming that the tray was heavy. She looked cross, and evidentlyseemed to think that Effie was making a great fuss over nothing. 

"Why can't George be away for a single night without everyone gettinginto such a state?" she murmured. 

Effie took the tray from her and gave her a look of reproach. She laidthe cloth herself, and made the table look as pretty as she could. Shethen went to her mother, drew her gently but firmly away from thewindow, and, making her sit down, tried to coax her to eat. 

Mrs. Staunton looked at the chops with dazed eyes. 

"Those were for George, " she exclaimed. "What a shame to bring them upbefore he has come into the house! They'll be cold and sodden, and hehates his food sodden. You don't suppose I'm going to touch my boy'sdinner? No, not I! Put the chops down in the fender, Aggie. When Georgecomes in, I always ring the bell twice. How careless of Mrs. Robinson!Effie, my dear, I don't think we can stop with her if she treats us inthis fashion. It's perfectly disgraceful to cook George's food before heis ready for it. "

Agnes began to explain that George was not coming home, but Effiesilenced her with a look. She saw, to her horror, that her mother's mindwas beginning to wander. She was really expecting George--who had notthe faintest idea of coming back. Poor Effie saw there was nothing forit but to humor her mother. She put the food inside the fender, andthen, going to a davenport in a corner of the room, wrote a hasty letterto Dorothy Fraser. 

"We're in great trouble, " she wrote. "I know you can't come. I know itis absolutely impossible for you to come, but neither can I go back toSt. Joseph's this evening. Please tell Sister Kate, make any excuse forme you like--say anything that comes into your head. My career as anurse is ended. "

A big tear dropped from Effie's eyes as she wrote these last words. Shefolded up the letter and gave it to Agnes. 

"Agnes, " she said, "you must take this at once to St. Joseph'sHospital. "

"Oh, I don't know how to get there, " said Agnes, "and I was never out solate before in the evening. "

"I am sorry to have to send you--stay, you had better take Kate withyou. It would be better for the two of you to be together. Put on yourhats and your warm jackets; don't be longer away than you can help--youhave just to give this note to the hall porter and come straight back. You must take the red omnibus that goes along Oxford Street, and----"

Effie added a few more practical directions. Agnes' eyes sparkled at thethought of a little variety in her dull life. Katie ran willingly intoher room to fetch her own and her sister's hats and jacket's. They weredressed in a very short time. Effie heard them running downstairs, andlistened to the slam of the hall door. She had now set the irrevocableseal to her own act. She had deliberately turned her back on the lifethat she loved. She stood for a moment with a dizzy feeling in herhead; then, with a little prayer which she sadly needed, to help her, she put aside all regret, and turned with a brave heart to face the darkpresent and the gloomy future. 

Mrs. Staunton stood near the window, with her back to her daughter. Effie listened with a sick heart to her mutterings. She knew that hermother could not possibly get better if she refused to eat. 

She was wondering what to do, and how she could dare to leave her, whena quick step was heard running up the stairs, and the next moment FredLawson came in. 

Effie never to her dying day forgot the feeling of relief, of almostjoy, which ran through her heart when she saw his clever, resolute face. He came in, in his usual quick, brisk, determined way--stopped short alittle when he saw her, and then glanced significantly at her mother. 

Mrs. Staunton had turned as eagerly as Effie when she heard the quickfootsteps. Now her face was an absolute blank--she had come a stepforward, --her hands suddenly fell to her sides. 

"My mother is not well, " said Effie. "She's upset. "

"No, I'm not upset; you're greatly mistaken, " said Mrs. Staunton. "Whyshould I be upset? There's not a happier woman in Christendom than I am. It's true my beloved husband has left me, but then I have got myboy--there never was a braver boy. How do you do, Mr. Lawson? Prayforgive me for not shaking hands with you when you came into theroom--the fact is, I have been expecting George. His dinner is in thefender. The landlady did very wrong indeed to send it up before I rangfor it. I always ring twice for George's dinner, don't you understand?It is a good plan. George likes his meals hot and tasty. No wonder--heearns them; he is a dear, good, _clever_ fellow--he is getting a finesalary. Did you happen to meet him on the stairs? Perhaps you passedhim--he is a little late, just a little late. Effie, can you tell me ifMr. Lawson has good sight? If he has, perhaps he'll come and watch bythe window. I'm watching, but my eyes are a little weak at times. Imight not see George when he is really there. Will you come and see, Mr. Lawson? He ought to be coming now, my dear boy, --my dearest, --my boy!"

Lawson gave Effie a glance. In a moment he read the true position. Thepoor weak brain had suddenly given way. He went up gently to Mrs. Staunton, and took one of her hot hands in his. 

"When George comes in, " he said, "I'll be here, and I'll tell him abouthis dinner. I know he'll be late to-night, and you mustn't wait up forhim any longer. Come, Miss Effie will put you into bed. When you are inbed I'll give you something to make you sleep. Come now, don't delay;you're quite worn out. If you don't go to bed you'll be ill, and thenyou'll be of no use to your son. "

"Do you really think so?" said Mrs. Staunton. "Yes, I mustn't be ill;George doesn't like it--it quite frets him. He is not like his dearfather. He wants a cheerful home--no wonder, he is young, dear lad, heis young. Yes, I'll go to bed, and then I'll be all right in themorning. Come, Effie, help your mother to bed. "

Effie took the poor woman out of the room. They went into the littlebedroom. She helped her mother to undress. When she saw her lay her headon the pillow, she went back to the sitting room, where Lawson wasquietly standing. 

"I happened most fortunately, " he said, the moment he saw her, "to havesome packets of bromide in my pocket. There is sal-volatile in the room. I have made up a rather strong composing-draught for your mother. If shetakes it, she will sleep peacefully and will not be likely to wake untilthe morning. Give it to her at once, and then come back to me--I havesomething to tell you. "

Effie's trembling knees could scarcely support her as she went back tothe next room. 

"Has George come yet?" asked the mother. 

"Not yet, mother; won't you take this medicine, please?"

"Yes, my love, yes. Effie, you are a very good girl--a great comfort tome, my darling. I'm glad you never went to the hospital; it was a mad, foolish scheme, and George never liked it. You are a great comfort tome, and a great comfort to your dear brother. You'll be sure to give himhis dinner comfortably when he comes back, Effie?"

"Yes, mother, yes. Now do go to sleep, dear mother. "

Mrs. Staunton drank off the medicine, laid her head on her pillow, andclosed her dim, dark eyes. Effie watched by her until she thought shewas dropping asleep. Pretty little Marjory was lying sound asleep in thesame bed. Phil opened his big eyes as his sister passed. 

"Is anything the matter?" he whispered. "Is anything wrong with George?"

"Pray for him, Phil, " said Effie, tears suddenly filling her eves. 

"Yes, yes, " said the little fellow. "I always do. "

Effie went into the next room. 

"You have plenty of pluck, haven't you?" said Lawson, when he saw her. 

"I hope so--I had need to have. "

"Yes, I know that. Well, that unfortunate boy has put his foot in it atlast, --he is in trouble, --detectives are after him. "

"Detectives after George!" exclaimed Effie. "What can you possibly mean?Oh, do tell me at once--don't leave me in suspense. "

"Sit down and I will tell you. Try not to agitate yourself, try tolisten to me quietly. Remember that a brave woman can always control hernerves. "

Effie sat down when Lawson bade her. Something in his quiet but resolutevoice soothed her impatience; she looked up at him as he stood by themantelpiece, resting one arm on it. 

"The facts are these, " he began at once; "Staunton has been going wrongfor a long time----"

"I know it--I know it well, " interrupted Effie. 

"Yes, I feared that you knew it. Poor fellow, soon after his arrival inLondon he got with bad companions. He has naturally extravaganttastes--they introduced him to some of those gambling saloons. Given aweak nature, the love of money for the pleasure it can give, a willweakened with self-indulgence, and the result is easy to forecast. George has been going from bad to worse for months past. He hassometimes won considerable sums of money, and these successes haveexcited him to try again--with this devil's luck, as the saying is. Oflate, however, that luck has turned against him, and the events whichtook place to-day are only the natural consequences. "

Effie rose slowly from her seat. 

"Go on, " she said, coming up to Lawson. "What took place to-day? Go on, please, --I am quiet, --I am prepared for anything. "

Lawson gave her a look of admiration. 

"You are a brave girl, " he said briefly. "The world would be a betterplace if there were more like you in it. Well, what took place is this. Staunton won heavily at cards the night before last. Not content withhis gains, however, he persevered until the luck turned against him. Before he left the gambling saloon he had lost all his gains, and was indebt fifty pounds. To meet that debt he drew your mother's money fromthe bank yesterday morning. "

"I know, " said Effie, with white lips--"mother told me. She sent Agnesto the bank to cash a small check. Agnes was told that George's accountwas overdrawn. Yes, I know that. Is there more behind? Surely that mustbe the worst. "

"Alas! I wish it were. This morning the poor fellow, while engaged inhis duties at Gering's office, met with the temptation for which he wasso ripe. It was a horrible one. He knew that your mother had not apenny. His feeling for her I need not enter upon. He found himself inthe room with an open till, and took fifty pounds out of it. Soonafterwards, he made an excuse to leave the office. He wandered about allday in an indescribable state of misery. At last he summoned courage togo to the bank and deposit forty-five of the fifty pounds. He thenrushed home, and, packing his things, prepared to run away. He said hewas certain to be taken if he stayed, and simply could not bring himselfto face the risk. He went to Waterloo, and to his horror discovered thathe was watched. A man, undoubtedly a detective in plain clothes, wasfollowing him from place to place. The man watched him take his ticketfor Southampton, and noticed the corner in which he deposited his bag ina third-class carriage. George seemed to lose his head at this crisis. He managed to elude the detective, slipped out of the station, took ahansom and drove straight to my rooms. Luckily I was at home. He made aclean breast of everything to me. He is in my rooms now, and safe forthe time being, for no one will think of looking for him there. I wantyou to come with me at once to see him, for there is not a moment to belost in deciding what is best to be done. "

"Yes, " said Effie, "I will come. "

She felt stunned--her keenest feelings of anguish were lulled intomomentary quiet by the greatness of this blow. 

"I will write a note to Agnes, " she said; "she is out--I had to send herto the hospital to say that I could not return there to-night. " Then sheadded, her face turning whiter than ever, "If my mother knows of this, it will kill her. "

"Your mother is the person to be considered, of course, " said Lawson. "But for her, I should say that the best thing possible for George wouldbe to undergo the punishment which he merits. As it is, however, mattersare different. Well, write your note, and let us be quick. That strongopiate will keep your mother sleeping quietly until the morning. Allyour sister has to do is to watch her. "

Effie drew a sheet of paper toward her, scribbled a few hasty lines onit, folded it up, and left it where Agnes could see it the moment shereturned; then she followed Lawson into the street. 

He hailed a passing hansom, and they drove straight to his rooms on theEmbankment. 

The feeling of a dream remained with Effie all during that drive; shekept rubbing her eyes and saying to herself, "It's only a dream--I shallawaken presently and find myself back at St. Joseph's. "

The hansom drew up at the lodgings, and Lawson preceded Effie upstairs. He threw open the door of his little sitting room. 

"Come in, " he said. "Here is your sister, Staunton, " he sang out. 

Effie entered. She found herself in a small bright room. The gas wasturned full on; one of the windows was open--a fresh breeze from theriver came in. George was seated on a horse-hair sofa at the farthestend of the room. He held a small walking-stick in his hand, and wasmaking imaginary patterns with it on the carpet. His shoulders werehitched up to his ears, his eyes were fixed on the ground. Effie lookedat him. She said:

"George, I am here--I have come. "

He did not make any response. She gave a little cry when he took nonotice of her, and sank down helplessly on the nearest chair. 

Lawson strode across the room and grasped George's shoulder. 

"Look here, Staunton, " he said; "you have got to pull yourself together. I have brought your sister here to consult what is best to be done. Lookup, old chap! Take courage--all isn't lost yet. Now try and tell yoursister everything. "

"I have nothing to tell her, " said George--he raised two lackluster eyesand fixed them with a sort of dull stare on Lawson's face. 

"Don't talk folly--you have to tell her what you told me. You know theposition you are in--you may be arrested at any moment. No one can helpyou but your sister; don't turn away from her. "

"Oh, I understand all that, " said George, shrugging his shoulder out ofLawson's grip. "I know well enough what has happened--I have gone under. I'm only one more. I--I can't help it--I have nothing to say. "

Lawson looked at the big fellow almost in despair. He was really puzzledwhat to do. This was the moment, however, for Effie to take theinitiative. She sprang suddenly to her feet, dashed the tears from hereyes, and went up to her brother. She fell on her knees by his side, andput her soft arms round his neck. 

"Think of the old days, Geordie, " she said, "when we were both littlechildren. Think of mother and father, and the little old house, and theapple tree in the garden. Don't you remember the day when that ripe redapple fell, and we ate it bite about?"

When Effie began to speak, George trembled. He avoided her eyes for amoment longer, then he gave her a quick, furtive glance. 

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Lawson stepped softly out of the room. 

The moment he had done so, George said eagerly:

"He has told you, hasn't he?"

Effie nodded. 

"Then I needn't go over it. Let's talk of something else. How ismother?"

"She is very ill indeed--she watched for you all the evening. "

"Watched for me? But I told her I shouldn't be back to-night. "

"Yes; but she didn't believe you, or she forgot it--anyhow, she watchedfor you, and when you didn't come, her mind began suddenly to wander;she is in bed now--she is very, very ill. "

"Go on, " said George; "hammer it in hard--I deserve it all. "

"Oh, George, why will you talk like that? Don't you believe in my lovefor you?"

"I believe in mother's love. It's the only thing I have left to clingto. I believe she'd go on loving me even after this--I do truly. "

"Of course she would--nothing could turn her love from you. Now, won'tyou let us consult together when Mr. Lawson comes into the room?"

"There's nothing to be done--nothing; I'm perfectly safe to be committedfor trial, and then I shall get at least two years. Mother will die. AndI shall have gone under forever. "

"Nonsense! I have a thought in my head. "

"You?" George spoke with almost contempt. "You always thought a greatdeal of yourself, Effie, but even you can't pull the ropes on thepresent occasion. I'm a thief, and I must suffer the penalty. That's thelong and short of it. "

Effie rose suddenly and walked to the door. She called Lawson--he camein at once. 

"I think George will talk over matters now, " she said. "But before webegin any discussion, I wish to say what I have made up my mind to do. Idon't know Mr. Gering, but that does not matter. I mean to go to see himthe first thing to-morrow morning, and beg of him not to prosecuteGeorge. That is the only chance for mother's life, and I mean to tryit. "

CHAPTER XXII. 

When Effie said these words, Lawson gave her a startled glance, andGeorge's sulkiness seemed to vanish magically. He opened his lips as ifto speak, then closed them again; a rush of color spread over his face, and he turned his head aside. 

"I fear it is impossible that you can do the least vestige of good, MissStaunton, " said Lawson. "All the same it is a brave thought, and worthyof you. "

George looked round when Lawson said this; he fully expected Effie toexplain herself more fully, to argue the point, and to give her reasonsfor approaching Mr. Gering. To the surprise of both the men, however, she was silent. After a little pause, she said, turning to Lawson:

"Do you think George will be safe here until the morning?"

"I do--perfectly safe, " answered Lawson. 

"Then I will say good-night. I will come to you, George if I have news, in the morning. "

"Oh, you won't have news, " replied George; "there never was such a hardnut to crack as old Gering. "

Effie made no reply. 

"Good-night, " she said to her brother. 

He did not offer to kiss her, but he took her hand and gave it a silentsqueeze. It seemed to Effie then that she got near his heart. 

Lawson took her downstairs and put her into a cab. 

"You are only wasting your time in going to Mr. Gering, " he said, as hestood for a moment at the cab door. 

"I must waste it, then, " replied Effie; "for, whatever the consequence, I am going. "

"Then, if you will go, you had better do so early. Gering is always athis office by nine o'clock. George may quite possibly be arrestedto-morrow morning, and brought before the magistrates at Bow Street atten or ten-thirty. When once he is arrested, Mr. Gering can do nothing. The law then takes up the case, and prosecutes on its own account. Youwill see, therefore, that if you wish to save your brother you must beastir betimes. "

"I quite see, and thank you very much, " said Effie. 

Lawson said good-by, the cab rolled away, and Effie soon found herselfback again at her own lodgings. 

She ran upstairs, to find that her mother was still sound asleep. Shesent the two tired girls to bed, and, lying down on the sofa in thesitting room, tried to sleep. She had left her mother's door slightlyajar, and knew that she would hear the least movement in the room. Allwas perfect stillness, however, and presently Effie fell into a lightdoze. 

She awoke long before the dawn of day, thought carefully over the wholecomplex situation, and then rose and dressed herself. She slipped softlyinto her mother's room. The opiate was still taking effect. Mrs. Staunton's face looked pinched and drawn as it lay on the pillow, therewere blue lines under the eyes, and a blue tint round the lips whichspoke of heart trouble; but just at the present moment the spirit was atpeace, and the body resting calmly. 

"Poor mother!" murmured Effie; "poor, tried, faithful heart! If youreally knew what I know, you could not survive the shock. Oh, George!who could have thought of this who remembered you in the old days? Yes, I will do what I can to save mother and to rescue you. It is true that Iam only a weak girl, but sometimes girls like me have power. I will notbe afraid; I will go now to exercise all the power that is in me. "

Effie left the room; she went to the one where her sisters slept, changed her dress and washed herself, and then waking Agnes, to tellher to be sure to look after her mother, she ran downstairs. 

The landlady, Mrs. Robinson, met her in the passage. 

"Why, surely, Miss Staunton, " she said, "you are not going out on a raw, foggy morning like this without breakfast?"

"Oh, I can't wait for breakfast, " exclaimed Effie. 

"I have some tea in my sitting room--do come in, and let me give you acup, miss. Do, now--you're so white, you look as if you'd drop. "

"Thank you, " said Effie, after a little pause. "I should be very glad ofa cup of tea, " she added. 

The landlady bustled her into her little sitting room, seated her by thefire, and would not leave her alone until she had swallowed a cup of teaand a piece of toast. 

"I'm all the better for the tea, " said Effie; "thank you very much. "

The unlooked-for kindness cheered the poor girl; she looked upon it as agood omen. She walked quickly up the narrow street which led into thelarger thoroughfare, and was soon on her way to Mr. Gering's office inLeadenhall Street. 

She arrived there just as the clock was striking nine. She did not allowherself even to feel nervous, but, walking boldly in, asked to see Mr. Gering at once. 

"Have you an appointment with him?" asked the clerk whom she addressed. 

"No; but I hope he will see me without that; my business is verypressing. "

"What is your name, miss?"

"Staunton. " Effie hesitated for a minute, then she said abruptly, "I amthe sister of George Staunton, who is a clerk here. "

The moment she uttered the words every clerk in the place looked up withinterest, and one, coming up in a somewhat familiar way, saidcavalierly:

"I don't think there's the least use in your troubling Mr. Gering; I mayas well tell you beforehand that he certainly won't see you. "

At this moment a man came out of an inner room. He spoke to the headclerk, who gave him a bundle of letters. 

"Take these to Mr. Gering at once, " he said. 

Effie followed this man with her eyes. 

The other clerks stared at her, expecting her to go. 

She looked at the one to whom she had first spoken. 

"Will you take my message to Mr. Gering?" she said. "Will you tell himthat Effie Staunton--George Staunton's sister--wishes to see him on mostimportant business?"

There was much distress in her tone, but withal such firmness that theclerk could not help looking at her with admiration. 

"I would gladly take your message, Miss Staunton, but it would beuseless. I know beforehand that nothing will induce Mr. Gering to seeyou. "

"He must see me, " replied Effie in a firm voice. "If no one here will bepolite enough to take him my message, I will go to him myself. "

Before one of the clerks could prevent her, Effie walked across thelarge room, opened the door where the clerk who took Mr. Gering hisletters had vanished, and found herself the next moment in a handsomelyfurnished room, where a portly old gentleman was seated at a desk. 

He looked up in unfeigned astonishment when he saw a pretty girlstanding near the door. 

As she did not speak for an instant, he raised his voice with aninquiry. 

"May I ask what you are doing here?" he said. 

"I have come to speak to you about my brother, " said Effie. 

"Your brother! What do you mean? Who is your brother?"

"George Staunton. "

"Then, Miss Staunton, let me tell you that you have taken a greatliberty in coming to see me. You have forced your way into my roomunannounced. I must ask you to have the goodness to retire as quickly asyou came. If you do not leave my room this moment, I shall be forced tocompel you to go. "

"No, you will not, " said Effie--"no, that is not like you. You would notwillingly be unkind to a suffering and innocent girl, when she forcesherself, against her true inclinations, against her real modesty, toseek an interview with you. I come in great sorrow and despair, and youare not the man who will treat me roughly--I don't fear it. You like tosay harsh words, but your heart is not harsh. I beg of you, therefore, to listen to my story. I will not keep you long. "

"You are a very queer, courageous sort of girl, " said Gering, after apause. "As you have come, I suppose I may as well listen to you; butplease understand at once that I have no mercy for your brother; thathis career here is ended. "

"That is only just and right. I have not come to plead with you to takeGeorge back--I know that that would be asking too much. What I have cometo say I can say in a very few words. "

"They must be very few if you expect me to leave my business to attendto them. "

Effie came close to where Mr. Gering was seated; he did not rise, normotion her to a chair. At this moment the clerk who had refused to takeher message entered the room. 

"Leave us for a moment, Power, " said Mr. Gering. The man withdrewimmediately. 

"Thank you, " said Effie. Then she added abruptly, "I won't keep you amoment. I will tell you quite simply what I want. My brother George hasbehaved very badly. "

"To put it plainly, " interrupted Mr. Gering, "your brother George is ascoundrel. "

"You may call him any names you please, " said Effie; "I have not comehere to defend him. I know that he stole fifty pounds from youyesterday. "

"Oh, you know that, do you?"

"Yes. Forty-five pounds of that money he put into the City Bank in mymother's name. That forty-five pounds you can have back within an hour. We shall then be in your debt five pounds, which I want you to let mepay you back. I have just secured a very good situation as a governess, and am to be in receipt of one hundred and twenty pounds a year. I canpay you back the money in about a month's time out of my own salary. "

"You are very conscientious, " said Mr. Gering, with a slight sneer, "andI shall be glad to have my money back. If that is all your business, perhaps you will leave me. "

"No, it is not all my business. I want you to forgive George, --not toprosecute him, --not to give him up to the law. "

"Ah! I thought that was coming. And why, pray, should I not prosecutethe young rascal? Don't you think he richly deserves punishment?"

"Honestly, I do. "

When Effie said this, Mr. Gering's eyes twinkled for the first time. 

"Eh, eh!" he exclaimed. "I am glad we're of one mind on that point. Weboth doubtless believe that punishment would be good for him. "

"We do. "

"Then why deprive him of anything so beneficial?"

"Because of my mother. "

"Your mother! Is there a mother in the case?"

"There is--a mother who lies now at the point of death. Let me tell youher story. "

"I haven't read my letters yet, Miss Staunton. "

"Oh, never mind your letters! Let me tell you about my father and mymother. Four months ago my father was alive. He was a country doctor. Hewas very good, everyone loved him. He caught diphtheria, and died. Mymother has heart disease, and my father felt sure that the shock oflosing him would kill her. He loved her most tenderly. When he lay dyinghe was certain that God would allow them both to leave the worldtogether. My mother was kneeling by his bedside; and George, my brother, knelt there too. And my brother said. 'Don't take mother away, father;'and then father said to mother, 'Stay with George. ' At that momentsomething strange must have happened--all my mother's great love seemedsuddenly directed into a new channel. Her love for George since thatmoment has been the passion of her life. He was not strong-minded. "

"No, indeed, " interrupted Mr. Gering. 

"No; and he yielded to temptation and got into trouble, and--and lostmoney. But all the time my mother has been imagining that he is the bestand steadiest fellow in London. She lives in a sort of golden dreamabout him. If she learns the truth she will certainly die, and Georgewill be lost. He will then, as he himself expresses it, 'go under'forever. He won't be able to stand the thought that through his sin andweakness he has killed his mother. "

"I should hope not, " interrupted Mr. Gering. 

"Therefore I want you to forgive him--it is your duty. "

"My duty, child! What right have you to come and talk to me about myduty?"

"Every right, if I can only make you perform it. "

"You are either impertinent or very brave, young lady. I was neverspoken to in this strain before. "

"Well, you see, it is a matter of life and death, " said Effie. "I can'tmince words when life and death hang in the balance. "

"You're a queer girl--a queer girl; I don't know what to make of you. 'Pon my word, I'm sorry for that mother of yours--poor soul, poor soul!It's a pity she didn't bring up her son as conscientiously as she didher daughter. Now, you wouldn't have taken fifty pounds out of my till?"

"No, " said Effie. 

"I wish you were a boy--I'd give you that lad's place within an hour. "

"Thank you, but I don't think I should care to have it. Will you comenow and do your duty?"

"Come! Where am I to come?"

"To see George. "

"The rascal! Where is he?"

"I'll take you to him. "

"Do you know that you are bullying me in the most shameful way, MissStaunton?"

"I know that you have a very kind heart, " answered Effie. 

At this moment the room door was opened, and Power came in again. 

"Mr. Fortescue has called, sir. "

"Tell Mr. Fortescue that I can't see him. "

"And Ford has sent round about that shipping order. When can you givehim his answer?"

"Some time this afternoon. "

"But they want it this morning. "

"Well, they can't have it; I'm going out for a bit. Come along, MissStaunton; we can't let the grass grow under our feet. "

CHAPTER XXIII. 

There come moments in the lives of all of us when we feel as if arestraining and powerful hand were pulling us up short. We have come toa full stop; we cannot go back, and we do not know how to proceed. Thesefull stops in life's journey are generally awful places. We meet there, as a rule, the devil and his angels--they tear us and rend us, theyshake us to our very depths with awful and overpowering temptation; ifwe yield, it is all over with us, we rush at headlong speed downhill. 

But, on the other hand, if in this pause we turn our back upon thedevil, good angels come in his place--they whisper of hope and a newchance in life even for us. 

When Effie left George on that miserable evening, and when Lawsonretired presently to his room, the young man found that he had come tosuch a fearful place of trial as I have just described. He was pulledup short, and the devil was tempting him. At one side was the devil, atthe other he saw the face of his mother. It was impossible for him tolie down and sleep. He fought with the devil all night. In the morningthere was neither victory nor defeat, but the young, smooth face lookedhaggard and gray, and the upright, well-knit figure was bowed. 

Lawson came into the sitting room for a moment. 

"I am sorry I can't stay with you, George, " he said. "I am due at St. Joseph's at nine o'clock. Have you made any plans for yourself?"

"No--at least, yes. I've had an awful night, Lawson, and there seems tobe but one end to it. "

"What is that?"

"I must give myself up. I'm not the sort of fellow to play the hidinggame successfully. I'm safe to be caught sooner or later. I deservepunishment, too--I've been doing badly for months. What I deserve, itseems likely I'll have. In short, I think I'd better make a clean breastof everything, and take my--my punishment like a man. "

"Do sit down for a minute, " said Lawson. "There's a good deal in whatyou say, and if you had only yourself to consider, I'd counsel you to doit--I would, truly; but there's your mother to be thought of. "

"My mother! Don't you suppose I've been thinking of my mother all night?It is the thought of my mother that maddens me--maddens me, I say. Lookhere, Lawson, there's only one thing before me: I'll go first to motherand tell her everything straight out, and then I'll give myself up. "

"You will?" said Lawson, with a start of sudden admiration. "Upon myword, George, old chap, I didn't think you had the grit in you--Ididn't, truly. "

"Then you approve?"

"It is the only thing to be done; she must hear it, sooner or later, andno one can tell it to her as you can. "

"All right; I'll go to her before my courage fails me. "

George left the room without even saying good-by to his friend. 

When he left the house, he turned round and saw the man whom he hadnoticed watching him the day before at Waterloo Station. 

"I'll be ready for you soon, my friend, but not quite yet, " muttered theyoung man. 

He walked quickly--the man followed him at a respectful distance. 

George let himself into his mother's house with a latch-key. He ran upto the little sitting room. Agnes was bending with red eyes over akettle which was boiling on the fire. She was making a cup of tea forher mother, who had just awakened. Katie was cutting bread and butter, and Phil and Marjory were standing by the window. Marjory was saying toPhil, "I 'spect George will be turning the corner and coming home in aminute. "

"Hush!" whispered Phil: "hush, Marjory! George isn't coming back anymore. "

At this moment the door was opened, and George came in. Marjory gavePhil a scornful glance, and flew to her big brother. Katie flung downthe piece of bread she was buttering and Agnes turned from the fire. George put out his hand to ward them all off. 

"Where's mother?" he asked. 

"She's awake, but she has been very ill, " began Agnes. "Oh, George, George, do be careful; where are you going?"

"To my mother, " answered the young man. "Don't let anyone come withme--I want to be alone with her. "

He went straight into the bedroom as he spoke, and shut the door behindhim. 

Mrs. Staunton was lying propped up high by pillows. The powerful opiatehad soothed her, but the image of George still filled all her horizon. When she saw him come into the room, she smiled, and stretched out herweak arms to clasp him. He came over, knelt by her, and, taking her hothands, covered his face with them. 

"You've come back, my boy!" she said. "I'm not very well to-day, butI'll soon be better. Why, what is it, George? What are you doing? Youare wetting my hands. You--you are crying? What is it, George?"

"I have come back to tell you something, mother. I'm not what you thinkme--I'm a scoundrel, a rascal. I'm bad, I'm not good. I--I've beendeceiving you--I'm a thief. "

"Hush!" interrupted Mrs. Staunton. "Come a little closer to me. You'renot well, my dear boy--let me put my arm round your neck. You're notwell, my own lad; but if you think----"

"I'm as bad as I can be, mother, " said George, "but it isn't bodilyillness that ails me. I said I'd make a clean breast of it. It's theonly thing left for me to do. "

A frightened look came into Mrs. Staunton's eyes for a moment, but thenthey filled with satisfaction as they rested on the dark head close toher own. 

"Whatever you've done, you are my boy, " she said. 

"No, no; a thief isn't your boy, " said George. "I tell you I'm a thief, "he added fiercely, looking up at her with two bloodshot eyes. "You'vegot to believe it. I'm a thief. I stole fifty pounds from Geringyesterday--and I was bad before that. I won money at play--I've won andlost, and I've lost and won. Once Lawson gave me two hundred and fiftypounds to invest, and I stole it to pay a gambling debt, and Effie gotit back for me--she borrowed it for me. My father wouldn't have givenyou to me if he had known that. I had it on my conscience when I waskneeling by his deathbed, but I couldn't tell him then; and when he gaveyou to me, I felt that I never could tell. Then we came to London, and Ibegan to deceive you. I told you a false story about that rise ofsalary--I never had any rise; and I took your fifty pounds two days agoout of the bank, and I stole money to pay it back again. That's your sonGeorge, mother--your _true_ son in his _real_ colors. Now you knoweverything. "

George stepped a pace or two away from the bed as he spoke. He foldedhis arms. 

Mrs. Staunton was looking at him with a piteous, frightened expressionon her face. Suddenly she broke into a feeble and yet terrible laugh. 

"My son George, " she said. "That explains everything. My sonstill--still my son!" She laughed again. 

There came a knock at the outer door. 

"Don't go, George!" said his mother. 

"George, you're wanted, " said Agnes. "Effie is here, and Mr. Gering--they want to see you. Come at once. "

"Mr. Gering!" exclaimed the mother. "He was the man you took the moneyfrom. He's coming to--punish you, to--George, you're not to go. Stayhere with me. I'll hide you. You're not to go, George--I won't let you, I won't let you!"

"Dear mother! dear, dearest mother! you must let me--I must take thepunishment. I've deserved it and I'm determined to go through with it. Just say a wonderful thing to me before I go, and I'll be strong enoughto bear it--and to--to come back to you when it's over. Say you love mestill, mother. "

"_Love_ you!" exclaimed Mrs. Staunton. 

"Yes, mother, although I'm a thief. "

"Bless the boy! that has nothing to do with it. You're my boy, whateveryou are. "

"Then you do still love me?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Of course I love the lad!"

George went straight to the door and opened it. He walked straight intothe other room. 

"I'm ready to take the punishment, sir, " he said, going straight up toMr. Gering. 

His manner and the look on his face amazed his late employer. 

"Eh--eh--well, young sir, " he said, backing a step or two. "And so youconfess that you robbed me?"

"I do. "

"And you know what lies before you?"

"Yes. "

"Have you been deceiving that mother of yours again?"

"No; I've been telling her the truth at last. "

"Effie, Effie!" called Mrs. Staunton from the bedroom. 

Effie ran to her mother. 

"Do you know, young man, " said Mr. Gering, "that you have got a veryremarkable sister?"

"Do you mean Effie? Oh, I always knew she was a girl in a thousand. "

"A girl in _ten_ thousand, more like. Do you know, young rascal, thatshe has been pleading with me for you, and--'pon my word, it'strue--melting my old heart till I don't know what I'm doing? In short, I've made her a promise. "

"A promise! Oh, sir, what?"

"A promise that I'll let you off--all but the moral punishment. That, ofcourse, you'll have to bear. "

"Mr. Gering, is this true?"

"Yes, it's true. I'm doing it all on account of your sister. You maycome back to the office to-morrow, and consider that you've got a freshstart. Now, for goodness' sake, don't keep me any longer. Open the door, one of you children, can't you? I must hurry back to my work. "

 * * * * *

That is the story, for George really did learn his lesson, and in hiscase the new leaf was turned. He will carry the scars, however, of thattime of sin and suffering to his grave. 

Effie kept her promise, and went as governess to little Freda Harvey fora time, but only for a time. When money affairs were straight again, shegladly returned to the life which she really loved, and is nowsuperintendent of one of the wards at St. Joseph's. 

It is true that there are whispers afloat with regard to her andLawson--whispers which always give a feeling of consternation in theward which she manages so skillfully--but only Effie herself can tell ifthere is truth in them or not. 

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Transcriber's Notes:

1. Punctuation has been normalized to contemporary standards. 

2. Missing text, truncated by printer: p. 131: "mother has gone far beyond our means. She hasn't"

3. Several places in the text suggest missing or incorrect text: p. 15: "I met Effie the night a came home" replaced with "I met Effie the night I came home" p. 145: "Now go and much in train for the afternoon as you can. " No replacement made. P. 120: "but she for certain that he would come" replaced with "but she knew for certain that he would come"

4. Superfluous, repeated disconnected text on two sequential lines: p. 168: changed voice. "Before God, I couldn't help it. " a changed voice. "Before God, I couldn't help it. "

5. Typographic errors corrected: seventh page of advertisements: "terrestial" to "terrestrial. " "stumbling-blocks in their terrestrial path"

 p. 24 "undestad" to "understand. " "Now you understand"

 p. 111 "helds" to "held. " "when she held the purse strings. "