te spot, perhaps where the lion basks upon the tomb of
ruined Palmyra! There is a happy crisis approaching 'in the near
future,' as the swell journals say."

There were many interesting details lost to the runaway lovers by
their wanderings, but the essential facts finally reached them in
Calcutta, on their homeward way around the world.

Neither Alice Worthington nor the man who was now her coadjutor
in many noble works could ever exactly recall the sequence of the
events which had prolonged indefinitely Atwater's stay in Detroit.

But it had happened upon a winter evening, when the great Worthington
mansion was silent, and Mrs. Hayward, Alice's duenna and general
almoner, had artfully stolen away, leaving the unconscious lovers
together.

The successful working of the Hospital and Home was now assured
beyond a doubt.

Atwater, gazing out into the glowing embers of the great fireplace,
slowly said, as the musical chime of the silver bells of the mantel
clock sounded ten:

"And now I feel that Messrs. Boardman and Warner can oversee your
local Medical Board and keep the institution from lapsing into the
dry rot of a purely charitable organization."

"I fear for nothing," he said, smiling faintly, "as long as you
are here to watch it. And," he hastily added, "certainly you can
trust Irma Gluyas! That poor woman finds a fiery zeal from her past
sorrows spurring her on. She is a faithful assistant manageress.

"And even Leah Einstein has her humble merit as a sterling housekeeper.
But, you must have Jack carefully watch over that boy out in the
West. Young Emil needs a firm hand, and only Witherspoon can hold
him down to usefulness."

"Why are you telling me all these things?" suddenly said Alice
Worthington, her cheeks paling in a strange dismay.

"Because," said the young man, slowly, "I have long desired to
follow out a special line of medical investigation in Vienna. I
have the two years yet before I reach thirty, in which I propose
to make my mark in original research, or else return to New York
to my old routine, fortified by the contact of the ablest medical
minds in the world."

"This is impossible! YOU SHALL NOT GO!" suddenly cried Alice
Worthington, with pallid cheeks aflame with sudden blushes. Her bosom
was heaving in some strange tumult as Atwater took her trembling
hands in his own.

"It would be so hard for me to say 'Good bye," he almost whispered,
"that I have decided to write you