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Show tllfltallcn Gllll1Rose anll Sll"er she asked. Her face was a shade paler. Allison laughed. " Indeed I don't. Whom could I give it to?" "Rose," suggested Isabel, maliciously. Allison sighed and turned his face away. "She wouldn't take it," he said, sadly. Isabel slipped it back on her finger, evidently relieved. "I 'm glad you're better," she went on, clearing her throat. "Thank you. So am 1." "I saw your father, out in the car. The Doctor was with him." "Yes. They 're coming back for me in a little while." "It's a lovely car. The Doctor brought me home in it last night, from Crosby's." "So he told me." Allison did not see fit to say just how much Doctor Jack had told him. He smiled a little at the recollection of the young man's remorseful confession. "I told them," continued Isabel, "that I thought it was mine-that your father had given it to me, but it seems I was mistaken." "It seems so," Allison agreed. "Dad gave it to the Doctor this morning." Isabel repressed a bitter cry of astonishment. u For keeps?" "Yes, for keeps. It's little enough to give him after all he 's done for me. We both wanted him to have it." "You could get another, couldn't you?" :a Jlllrtblla)] ~art)] " I suppose so, if I wanted it. People can usually get things they want, if they are intangible." "I wanted to tell you," resumed Isabel, "that I was sorry I acted the way I did the last time I was here." "Don't think of it," replied Allison, kindly. " It was very natural." "It was all a great shock to me, and I was lame, and-and-! wish everything could be as it was before," she concluded, with a faint flush creeping into her face. "That is the great tragedy of life, Isabelthat things can never be as they were before. Sometimes they're worse, sometimes better, but the world is never the same." "Of course," she answered, without grasping his meaning, "but you're going to be all right again now, and-that's the same." . . Allison shrugged his shoulders and b1t h!S lips to conceal a smile. "It may be the same for me but it couldn't be for you. I could 1/t give you any guarantee tha~ it would n't happen again, you know. I m1ght be run over by a railroad train or a trolley car, or any one of a thousand things might happen to me. There's always a risk." Tears filled Isabel's eyes. "I don't believe you ever cared verY. much for me," she said, her lips quivering. "I did, Isabel," he answered, kindly, "but |