‘Out of control,“ added the older Fred Jameson.

    ‘And anding to one side, il no.

    Mr. Bonner took ling breat it seems to me t rig got apped imes.

    All t their shoes.

    ‘Leave it or. ”I’ll speak to the family.“

    And t. t. It o tor, the village elder, now.

    to t tor actually did o his wife.

    ‘I doubt t any ,“ selling tory. ”You kno  ill, t be told not to do it again. Poor Mary.“ And sed urned o her husband.

    Mrs. Maudsley tractive tily, and   a trace of gray in it yle of sucy t only a true beauty  be made plain by it. hen she moved, her form had a rounded, womanly grace.

    tor kne too long for it to make any difference to him.

    ‘t tally retarded.“

    ‘Surely not!“

    ‘It’s  least.“

    S. “ is just old-fasion is more understanding.”

    tor  atistically unlikely t tal abnormality in t out until  did not surprise  o believe ill of any-me, ake for granted t the rumor was ill-founded gossip.

    ‘I’m sure you are rig meant rying to get o believe only rue; so t could admit no difference betrue and w was good.

    ‘ hen?“ she asked him.

    ‘Go and see t of a , but o see me if I go.“

    Mrs. Maudsley nodded, . “ about t do you know of her?”

    ‘Very little.“

    And tor continued to tinued er a quarter of an or said, “Per go, t sooner see anot do you say?”

    And so ter Mrs. Maudsley arrived at t t door. Astoniso get no anse to say so tc in. No one able, broarting to collapse upon t to a