, Miss Graham. Then, will
you now give the lockets to the girls you think most deserving? The
locket given for valour is Hollyhock's by every right. The Duke
desires that she shall have it, and I 'll put it away for her until she
is well enough to receive it.'

The Duke, who hated motor-cars, and still kept to the old-fashioned
magnificent carriage with its pair of spirited horses, was driving down
the avenue. He was nearly heart-broken with grief. If that girlie
died, he felt that his gray hairs would go down with sorrow to the
grave. He had come up that avenue so full of hope, he was driving down
equally full of despair. He was not content to trust wholly to Mrs
Macintyre. He himself would telephone immediately to the best doctors
in the land. On his way down the avenue he was startled by hearing the
bitter sobbing of a girl. The sobbing was so terrible in its intensity
that he could not forbear from drawing the check-string, pushing his
snowy head through the open window of the great carriage, and calling
out, 'Who 's there? Who's making that noise?'

Immediately a very frightened and plain little girl stepped into view.
It was Leucha Villiers. All things possible had been tried to win her
stubborn heart, but it was melted at last. It was she--she felt it was
she--who had been the means of destroying Hollyhock.

'What ails you, girl?' asked the Duke. 'I'm Ardshiel, and I am in a
hurry. What makes you weep such bitter tears?'

He looked her up and down with some contempt.

'Oh, your Grace, it was really my fault. I 'm sure it was.'

'What--what?' said the Duke. 'Speak out, lass.'

'I've always been unkind to Hollyhock, although she was so good to
me--oh! so good; but I--I was jealous of her; and now she is going to
be taken away, and last evening she came to my room and asked me for
one kiss, and I refused--I refused. Oh! my heart is broken. Oh! I am
a bad girl. There never was Hollyhock's like in the school.'

'Keep your broken heart, lass,' said the Duke. 'I cannot waste time
with you now. I'm off for the doctors.'

Leucha crawled back toward the house, and the Duke went immediately to
his own stately palace and telephoned to the cleverest medical men he
knew: 'Come at once to Constable's, a place they call The Paddock or
the Annex. There's a lass there like to die. She's a near relative of
mine, and I 'll save her if it costs me half of my fortune.'

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