The mother stood Just inside the
door, conspicuous in the black gown
which she still wore; Nell was lloatlng
across Hie stage, her draperies weav
Ing fantastic figures around her, when
siiddenlj her steps grew uncertain, her
arms dropped limply (o her side and
she fell like a log upon Hie stage.
A cry ran through the little booth, i
Mrs. Seymour pushed quickly forward
"She has fainted!” she cried In
alarm. "A doctor! Is there no one
who will fetch a doctor?"
"I am at your service, madam,” said
a young man, making his way rapidly
to (he stage.
The next moment he had raised the
fainting girl in bis arms and was car
rying her lo some quiet spot. Every
one was lost In pity for the poor
widow, who was beside herself with
grief and alarm.
In a very shorl lime, however, a
melancholy little procession left the
bazaar by a side entrance. Two men
carried Hie still unconscious girl on a
species of Improvised hummock, and
Mrs. Seynniu" and Hie doctor walked
sadly by her side. They all entered
the hotel: Hie servants placed her on
1 In bed, and I lion Hie doctor declared
Unit they could do nothing more for
their patient. There were, In fact, few
hands to be spared, and the busy liolel
kei per was delighted when Mrs. Sey
mour declined all offers of help, and
(li ’ared that she would nurse her
daughter herself.
