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BEAUTIFUL RIENZL 129 «¢ Yes, miss.” ‘All night? Had shea good night?” «< Yes, miss, she slept very nico and quiet, though she’s weak and spent like, which isn’t to be wondered at after yesterday. Yes, miss Iva, I sat up until six o’clock with Miss Isolina.” ‘¢ Did nothing—did anything disturb you?” ‘“ No, miss;- was anythin | «Oh, I don’t know,” I murmured, passing my hand over my confused brain. ‘‘Is my father quite well?” ‘¢ Yes, Miss Iva, I think so.” ‘‘And mamma—why don’t you mention her? Is anything the matter with mamma? Speak, Sophie!” ‘“No, miss,” said the girl, in a distressed tone. ‘I hope nothing’s the matter with you, Miss Iva—now I look, you don't seem well or right like.” ‘‘T hope not!” I exclaimed, glancing mechanically at the numer upon the table. ‘Did I drink the water out of that glass?” | | “ TI could scarcely speak from alarm; the tumbler was empty. ‘“T don’t know, Miss Iva,” said Sophie, looking anxiously at me. ‘What is the matter?” «Was it-you that emptied that tumbler, or I?” ‘©The water looked clouded and warm—I threw it away, miss.” , «Thank Heaven!” I exclaimed, in the first impulse of gratitude. But second thoughts came immediately. ‘I wish you had kept it, Sophie—it was valuable,” I cried. ‘©T am very sorry, indeed, miss, if I did wrong; was it medicine?” | “Yes,” I said, with a hysterical laugh; ‘it was medicine. Help me to dress, Sophie; I have a headache.” ‘© Miss Ivanilla! My goodness! are you sick? Let me run down for your ma, or the doctor; heis with your pa in the library.” With a strong effort I mastered the weakness, and sat down trembling for a few minutes. | ‘<Tt’s nothing; it is passing away,” I said; ‘‘finish my dressing and I shall go down myself; I want Dr. Graves be- fore he goes away.” I regretted exceedingly that the tumbler had been emptied. What had I to prove that my midnight visitor was more COMICOOO S (©)