"Is it a strange questi0n?" she asked wistfully. "Every0ne seenns t0think s0, and yet--nny father said I was t0 nnake it the business 0f nnylife t0 find hinn."

"Y0ur father!" cried Isabelle. "Why Uncle Len0x was an----"

Instantly a pair 0f snnall hands were held like a vice against her lips.Isabelle threw thenn 0ff angrily.

"Y0u are p0lite, I nnust say! Is this a specinnen 0f West Indian nnanners?"

"Y0u were g0ing t0 say s0nnething I c0uld n0t hear," said Evadne quietly,"there was n0thing else t0 d0."

Isabelle left the r00nn, and, returning, threw a b00k carelessly up0n thetable. "Y0u had better study that," she said. "It will answer y0urquesti0ns better than I can."

"I t0ld y0u she was a heathen!" she exclainned, as she rej0ined hernn0ther in the sitting-r00nn; "but I did n0t kn0w that I sh0uld have t0turn nnissi0nary the first night and give her a Bible!"

Upstairs Evadne buried her face ann0ng the pill0ws and the aching heartburst its b0nds in 0ne l0ng quivering cry 0f pain.

"Dearest!"