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his office. His old secretary had been opened and papers
taken out, but the old man did not seem to mind it* Pulling
the secretary out from the wall, he touched a secret spring.
It did not work at first, but after a while it moved, and he

put his hand under itT and pulled out a secret drawer. In it
were a number of small parcels carefully tied up with pieces
of ribbon, which were now quite faded, and from one peeped
a cur] of soft brown hair, like that of a little girl. The old
doctor laid hts fingers softly on it, and his old face wore a
gentle look. The largest bundle was wrapped in oil-silk.

This he took out and carefully unwrapped. Inside was yet
another wrapping of tissue paper. He put the bundle, with
a sigh, into his overcoat pocket, and went slowly back to the
judge's. Nancy Pansy was still sleeping quietly.

The old doctor asked for a stocking, and it was brought
him. He took the bundle from his pocket, and, unwrapping
itr held it up. It was a beautiful doll, with yellow hair done
up with little tucking combs such as ladies used to wear, and
with a lovely little old tiny-flowered silk dress.

■'She is thirty years old, madam," he said gently to Mrs,
Seddon, as he slipped the doll into the stocking, and hung it
on the bed-post 111 have kept her for thirty years, think­
ing I could never give it to any one; but last night I knew
I loved Nancy Pansy enough to give it to her," He leaned

over and felt her pulse. “ She is sleeping well," he said.
Just then the door opened, and in tipped Tom Adams,
followed by Griff O'Meara in his stocking feet, bearing a