ry."

Kenneth looked up quickly. Next to his wife he loved his flaxen haired
little girl better than anything in the world. There was a worried
look on his face as he asked:

"What does the doctor say?"

"Oh, it's nothing to be alarmed at. Only she's growing fast, and needs
all the air possible. I'm thinking of sending her to Aunt Carrie for a
while. You know she has a beautiful place in the suburbs of
Philadelphia. She would be out in the air all the time."

"Yes--that's a good idea. Send her there by all means. Write your
aunt to-night."

Helen glanced at the clock. There wasn't any time to lose. Turning to
her husband she said quickly:

"You had better come upstairs and finish your packing, dear. Your
trunks aren't nearly ready and the expressman was ordered for three."

Recalled thus abruptly to the day's duties, he turned docily and
followed her upstairs.

Beautiful as was the Traynor home below, it was in the library in the
second floor that Helen always felt happiest and most at ease. Up the
broad, thickly carpeted stairs and turning to the right as the landing
was reached, they entered the library, a room of truly noble
proportions extending the entire width of the house and with deep
recessed windows and low seats, overlooking the park. The furnishings,
though simple, were rich and luxurious. The woodwork was of black
Flemish oak, the ceiling beamed with a dull red background. The
upholstery was a rich red plush throughout, with deep seated armchairs,
and sofas built close to the wall wherever space permitted. In the
corners, numerous electric reading lamps could be turned on or off at
pleasure, constituting ideal nooks for reading. The furniture, apart
from the red plush armchairs, was of black Flemish oak to match the
woodwork, with an immense richly carved black oak dark table in the
center of the room, lighted by an electrolier of similar size and
design to the one in the dining-room.

It was in this room with its atmosphere of books so conducive to peace
and introspection that Helen loved to spend her spare time. The walls
were literally lined with tomes, dealing with every branch of human
knowledge--religion, science, philosophy, literature. Here when alone
she enjoyed many an intellectual treat, browsing among the world's
treasures of the mind. Even when her sister had a few intimates to
tea, or when friends dropped in in the evening, they always preferred
being in the lib