vements relieving Mr.
Traverse from the fear and apprehension that had seized him, and the means
of relief were soon at hand.

"Raise his head on your arm a moment," she said, coming quickly to the
bedside. "Not quite so much; there. I must get this into his mouth somehow.
Thank you. Now, lay him down very carefully." A practical knowledge of
what was required made her movements swift, though quiet, and she worked
about him with a firm, steady hand. She was able to witness her father's
agony and still keep her wits about her; but this was positive proof to her
mother that Dexie had "no feelings."

Mr. Sherwood was soon able to look the thanks he could not express, and
Dexie took a fan that lay near at hand and began, with a gentle motion, to
fan her father's flushed face. Guy noticed for the first time that the
tears were flowing down her cheeks, though she gave no sign of her
distress, nor made any movement to wipe them away lest that act should
betray them.

"Let me do that much, Dexie?" was the low, whispered words, as he took the
fan from Dexie's fingers.

He drew a chair softly to the bedside, and kept up the gentle motion until
Guy felt assured that the sufferer was asleep.

Dexie was kneeling by the bedside, intently watching her father's face
through her tears, and she started when Guy laid his hand across her
clasped palms, and whispered, "Come away, Dexie; he is sleeping."

She rose at his bidding, and he drew her to the window.

"This has been very hard on you, Dexie, and you have borne it bravely," he
whispered softly, holding her trembling hands in his own. "Do not try to
hide the tears from me. Am I not your friend?"

The touch of his hand and the tenderness of his voice touched a chord in
Dexie's heart and sent a thrill through every nerve, and she raised her
eyes to his for one brief moment; but in that short time she read a story
that might have filled a volume, and no one could now say of her that "her
heart had not yet awakened," for she knew the truth at last.

The appearance of Mrs. Jarvis at this moment was a welcome relief to Dexie,
and giving a hasty account of her father's late attack she hurried from the
room. She felt she must get away from everyone and face this new thing that
had come upon her.

As she passed into the hall she found Guy Traverse waiting for her.

"May I ask for a few minutes, Miss Dexie?" he asked, in a low voice. "I
have something I would like to say to you to-n