Sleeping Fires

dies and returned to the parlor. As he had half expected, Madeleine was standing before the books scanning their titles, and as he app

of books!" he

exclaimed passionately, "I loved them-once! But it is a lon

why?

yes and they magnetize

uestocking and lose my charm and spoil my looks. I brought many books with me, but I never opene

t sorrier for a woman who had a

you will lend me-I don't think my husband would notice n

upon them as your own. What wi

haps you will sen

a dozen. Let us

other men entered and s

d send them? Any-an

gotten his wife's inexplicable taste for serious literature. He now found her quite perfect but was wo

responsibility, Masters. Any other woman is easier to prescribe for, but the wife of your bosom knows you so well she can fool you, as no woman who expects a bill twice a year would dar

d went obediently to bed. The doctor, whose manners were courtly, escorted her to the door of their parlor and returned to Masters' roo