le Marian followed the
letter with a telegram, bidding her come at once.

* * * * *

Slowly the wintry night was passing, the fifth since Morris' letter was
sent to Katy, and Morris sat by Wilford's cot, wondering if the morning
would bring her to him, when suddenly he met Wilford's eyes fixed upon
him with a look of recognition he could not mistake.

"Do you know me?" he asked, so kindly and with so much of genuine
sympathy in his voice that the heavy eyelids quivered for an instant, as
Wilford nodded his head, and whispered:

"Dr. Grant."

There had been a momentary flash of resentment when he saw who was the
watcher beside him, but Wilford was too weak, too helpless to cherish
that feeling long, and besides there were floating through his still
bewildered mind visions of some friendly hand, which had ministered to
him daily, of a voice and form, distinct from the one he thought an
angel's, and which was not there now with him. That voice, that form, he
felt sure belonged to Morris Grant, and remembering his past harshness
toward him, a chord of gratitude was touched, and when Morris took his
hand he did not at once withdraw it, but let his long, white fingers
cling around the warm, vigorous ones, which seemed to impart new life
and strength.

"You have been very sick," Morris said, anticipating the question
Wilford would ask, "You are very sick still, and at the request of your
nurse I came to attend you."

A pressure of the hand was Wilford's reply, and then there was silence
between them, while Wilford mastered all his pride, and with quivering
lips whispered:

"Katy."

"We have sent for her. We expect her every train," Morris replied, and
Wilford asked:

"Who is we? Who has been with me--the nurse, I mean? Who is she?"

Morris hesitated a moment, and then said:

"Marian Hazelton--she who took care of baby."

"I know--yes," Wilford said, having no suspicion as to who was the woman
standing now just outside his door, and listening, with a throbbing
heart, to his rational questions.

In all their vigils held together no sign had ever passed from Dr.
Grant to Marian that he knew her, but he had waited anxiously for this
moment, knowing well that in his present state Wilford must not be
shocked, as a sight of Marian would shock him. He knew she was outside
the door, and as Wilford turned his head upon the pillow, he went to
her, and leading her to a safe distance, said