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Wanted—A Match Maker by Paul Leicester Ford
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the stairs and through the corridor. "Let me relieve you of the coat, Miss
Durant," he advised, and took it from her and passed it over to one of the
orderlies. Then, opening a door, he made way for her to enter.

[Illustration: "The two were quickly seated on the floor"]

Constance passed into a medium-sized room, which a first glance showed her
to be completely lined with marble; but there her investigations ceased,
for her eyes rested on the glass table upon which lay the little fellow,
while beside him stood a young doctor and a nurse. At the sound of her
footsteps the boy turned his head till he caught sight of her, when, after
an instant's stare, he surprised the girl by hiding his eyes and beginning
to cry.

"Ise knowed all along youse wuz goin' to kill me," he sobbed.

"Why, Swot," cried Constance, going to his side. "Nobody is going to kill
you."

The hands were removed from the eyes, and still full of tears, they
blinkingly stared a moment at the girl.

"Hully gee! Is dat youse?" he ejaculated. "Ise tought youse wuz de angel
come for me."

"You may go many years in society, Miss Durant, without winning another
compliment so genuine," remarked Dr. Armstrong, smiling. "Nor is it
surprising that he was misled," he added.

Constance smiled in return as she answered, "And it only proves how the
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