y, Mama is all rig s; tears ood up.

    quot;See! You urned my c me.quot;

    Marianne began to cry, and Martin took her in his arms.

    quot;ts all rigake your ciality from t. I dont mind, but at least you can leave me my little boy.quot;

    Andy edged close to ouc;Daddy,quot; he wailed.

    Martin took to t of tairs. quot;Andy, you take up Marianne and Daddy e.quot;

    quot;But Mama?quot; the child asked, whispering.

    quot;Mama ;

    Emily  tcable, in poured a cup of soup and set it before ion, irrespective of toucrain of tenderness. Un up and drink t;  ened and imploring. toucins urned tenor of her mood.

    quot;Ma-Martin,quot; s;Im so as;

    quot;Drink t;

    Obeying er a second cup so lead o trained. go to leave tumult, came again.

    quot;urned a me and turned a;

    Impatience and fatigue  ;You forget t Andy is still a little c compre;

    quot;Did I make a scene? Oin, did I make a scene before t;

    ouc ;Forget it Put on your nigo sleep.quot;

    quot;My curned a urned a;

    S in tin ;For Gods sake go to sleep. t by tomorro;

    As  rue. ould t root in to fester in ter-years? Martin did not kno alternative sickened  of Emily, foresaer ion: ties t glared from terating darkness of simes. Martin anticipated ,  t.  t ary rouble long ago and t sied  of rebellion against e; ed his wife.

    Once in t secure for t time t evening. Marianne fell do;Daddy, c; fell again, got up, and continued tine. Andy sat in