The Second Honeymoon

immy's urgent message reached him. It was brought by one of the hotel servants, who wait

t died suddenly this afternoon, and th

ht when they all went to the theatre together; she had seemed so full of life, so yo

n from the hotel back with him; he asked him a few questions, but the man was uncommunicative, and apparently not very interested.

anxious to help him in any way possible. When they reached the hotel he was shown into the Wyatt's private sitting-room.

ven his voice sounded changed; it h

ad any idea--" He broke off with a choke in his voice. "Poor little Christine," he said after a mome

ace was very grave, but there was a steadiness in

from-from her mother. . . . You don't know what a hel

ter f

hite and haggard; there was a stunned look in her eyes, but Sangster could see that she had not shed a tear. He went forward and took her hand. He drew her into the room, shutting the door quietly. Jimmy had walked over to the window; he stood staring in

nt alone with Christine had been a nightmare to him. He had been so unable to comfort her; he had been at his wits' end to know what to do or say. She was so utterly alone; she

r a tragedy such as this; was a bric

d silent too, as if it had stopped aghast at this

iest sound it was through the silent room. Jimmy felt

f the big chairs, her pretty head down-flung on an ar

rned many, many things from the expression of his eyes

she was just a motherless, broken girl sobbing her heart out-just the girl he had once loved with all a boy's first ardour

immy Challoner, with a break in his own

ll they were clasped round Jimmy's neck; saw the way she

ne now, Jimmy;

ed head, his eyes met those of his f

ine," he said with a n