Hia eyes met Lucile’s; a smile of recognition
illnminated her face; ho bowod confidently,
and advanced toward her. "I ain happy to
meet you again,” he said unblushingly. “Per
haps you find it as dull ou board as I do?”
“If you aro at your wita* end for amuqemont*
as I am, I’m sorry for you," she said. “My
poor aunt has not been able so far to lift her
head from her pillow."
“Who in tho deuce do I know with the ap
pendage of an annt?" Harriaso mentally con
sidered. “However, it doesn't signify, if she
is only amusing, and the aunt is not an ogre."
The ship's surgeon, Dr. Jolins, consulted
his watch. “I shall be obliged to deliver you to
the tender morcioa of Dr. Harriaso, Mias Lind
say," ho said, aa he hurried away.
“You see I am lame still,” ahe said pres
ently.
“Is it possible?" he returned, fooliug as if ho
wero groping in tho dark. Had ono of his ac
quaintances suffered an accident which had es
caped his memory? Sho took it for granted
that he was familiar with the circumstances.
A misstep here might expose him. “But
doubtless It will wear off in timo," he haz
arded.
“I fear not. You don’t realize that tho acci
dent happened six years ago; I used it too
soon. I must ride, you know, at that time, or
die. It was weak, and I got another fall, and
broke it again.”
“I am sincerely sorry to hear it,” said Dr.
