for Mr. Cole, nor he for me. You see, Frank, I owe
your Uncle John so much. I am the daughter of one of his best friends,
and since dear daddy died Uncle John has looked after me. He has given
me my education--my income--my everything; he has been a second father
to me."

Frank nodded.

"I recognize all the difficulties," he said, "and here we are at
Victoria."

She stood on the platform and watched the train pull out and waved her
hand in farewell, and then returned to the pretty flat in which John
Minute had installed her. As she said, her life had been made very
smooth for her. There was no need for her to worry about money, and she
was able to devote her days to the work she loved best. The East End
Provident Society, of which she was president, was wholly financed by
the Rhodesian millionaire.

May had a natural aptitude for charity work. She was an indefatigable
worker, and there was no better known figure in the poor streets
adjoining the West Indian Docks than Sister Nuttall. Frank was
interested in the work without being enthusiastic. He had all the man's
apprehension of infectious disease and of the inadvisability of a
beautiful girl slumming without attendance, but the one visit he had
made to the East End in her company had convinced him that there was no
fear as to her personal safety.

He was wont to grumble that she was more interested in her work than she
was in him, which was probably true, because her development had been a
slow one, and it could not be said that she was greatly in love with
anything in the world save her self-imposed mission.

She ate her frugal dinner, and drove down to the mission headquarters
off the Albert Dock Road. Three nights a week were devoted by the
mission to visitation work. Many women and girls living in this area
spend their days at factories in the neighborhood, and they have only
the evenings for the treatment of ailments which, in people better
circumstanced, would produce the attendance of specialists. For the
night work the nurses were accompanied by a volunteer male escort. May
Nuttall's duties carried her that evening to Silvertown and to a
network of mean streets to the east of the railway. Her work began at
dusk, and was not ended until night had fallen and the stars were
quivering in a hot sky.

The heat was stifling, and as she came out of the last foul dwelling she
welcomed as a relief even the vitiated air of the hot night. She went
back into the