returned to the bedroom and, poking the tiny fire into a blaze, sat and pondered over the willfulness of men.

She was awakened from a doze by a knocking at the street-door. It was just eight o'clock, and, inwardly congratulating her husband on his return to common sense and home, she went down and opened it. Two tall men in silk hats entered the room.

She was awakened from a doze by a knocking at the street-door. It was just eight o'clock, and, inwardly congratulating her husband on his return to common sense and home, she went down and opened it. Two tall men in silk hats entered the room.

“Mrs. Scutts?” said one of them.

“Mrs. Scutts?” said one of them.

Mrs. Scutts, in a dazed fashion, nodded.

Mrs. Scutts, in a dazed fashion, nodded.

“We have come to see your husband,” said the intruder. “I am a doctor.”

“We have come to see your husband,” said the intruder. “I am a doctor.”

The panic-stricken Mrs. Scutts tried in vain to think.

The panic-stricken Mrs. Scutts tried in vain to think.

“He-he's asleep,” she said, at last.

“He-he's asleep,” she said, at last.

“Doesn't matter,” said the doctor.

“Doesn't matter,” said the doctor.

“Not a bit,” said his companion.

“Not a bit,” said his companion.

“You—you can't see him,” protested Mrs. Scutts. “He ain't to be seen.”

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