hed her own. She lay still for a moment,
a smile on her lips.

"Lift him and let me look!"

"What a funny little pug nose," she laughed.

"Yes--exactly like his mother's!" the Doctor replied.

She gazed with breathless reverence.

"He is beautiful, isn't he?" she sighed.

"And you have observed the chin and mouth?"

"Exactly like yours. It's wonderful!"

CHAPTER XXVIII. WHAT IS LOVE?

Eighteen months swiftly passed with the little mother and her boy still
in Dr. Mulford's sanitarium. She had allowed herself to be persuaded
that he had the right to be her guide and helper in the first year's
training of the child.

The boy had steadily grown in strength and beauty of body and mind. The
Doctor persuaded her to spend one more winter basking in his sun-parlor
and finishing the final chapters of his book. Her mind was singularly
clever and helpful in the interpretation of the experiences and emotions
of motherhood.

She had stubbornly resisted every suggestion to see her husband or allow
him to see the child. The Doctor had managed twice to give Jim an hour
with the baby while she had gone to Asheville on shopping trips. He was
rewarded for his trouble in the devotion with which the young father
worshiped his son. The Doctor watched the slumbering fires kindle in
the man's deep blue eyes with increasing wonder at the strength and
tenderness of his newfound soul.

Jim had completed the furnishing of the bungalow with the advice and
guidance of his friend, and every room stood ready and waiting for its
mistress. He had insisted on making every piece of furniture for Mary's
room and the nursery adjoining. The Doctor was amazed at the mechanical
genius he displayed in its construction. He had taken a month's
instruction at a cabinet maker's in Asheville and the bed, bureau,
tables and chairs which he had turned out were astonishingly beautiful.
Their lines were copied from old models and each piece was a work of
art. The iron work was even more tastefully and beautifully wrought. He
had toiled day and night with an enthusiasm and patience that gave the
physician a new revelation in the possibility of the development of
human character.

His friend came at last with a cheering message. He began smilingly:

"I'm going to make the big fight today, boy, to get her to see you."

"You think she will?"

"There's a good chance. Her savings have all been used up from her bank
account in New York. She is determi