“Yes, Wilford Cameron, from New York,” Helen answered, holding up her skirts and s-s-kt-ing at the kitten which came running toward her, evidently intent upon springing into her lap.

Fear of cats was Helen’s weakness, if weakness it can be called, and in her efforts to frighten her tormentor she did not look again at Miss Hazelton until startled by a gasping cry and heavy fall.  Marian had fainted, and Helen was just raising her head from the floor to her lap when Morris appeared, relieving her of her burden, of whom he took charge until she showed signs of life.  In her alarm Helen forgot entirely what they were talking about when the faint came on, and her first question put to Marian was:  “Were you taken suddenly ill?  Why did you faint?”

There was no answer at first, except tears, which quivered on the long eyelashes, and then rolled down the cheeks; but when she did speak she said:  “I am still so weak that the least exertion affects me, and I was bending over the table; it will soon pass off.”

If she was so weak, she was not able to work, Helen said, proposing that the plan be for the present abandoned; but to this Marian would not listen; her great eager eyes had in them so scared a look that Helen said no more on that subject, but made arrangements for her coming to them at once.  Morris was to leave his patient some medicine, and while he was preparing it Helen had time to notice her more carefully, admiring her ladylike manners, and thinking her smile the sweetest she had ever seen.  Especially was this the case when it was given to Morris, and Helen felt that in his presence Miss Hazelton was, if possible, softer, sweeter, more gracious than before; and still there was nothing immodest or unwomanly in her manner, nothing but that peculiar air which attractive women sometimes put on before the other sex.  She might not have been conscious of it herself; and yet, when once she met Helen’s eyes as she was smiling gratefully upon Dr. Morris, there came a sudden change into her face, and she bit her lip with evident vexation.  Could it be that she was fascinated by the young physician who had attended her so long, and who, within the last few months, had grown so popular?  Helen asked herself this question several times on her way home, and inquired of Morris what he knew of her.

“Nothing, except that she came to North Silverton a year ago, opening her shop, and by her faithfulness, and pleasant, obliging manners, winning favor with all who employed her.  Previous to her sickness she had a few times attended St. Paul’s at South Silverton, that being the church of her choice.  Had Helen never observed her?”