“Don't turn away, Felix,” she sobbed. “Please listen. Father Cruse said you would. He brought me here.” No answer came, nor did he move, nor had he heard her plea. It was the bent, wasted figure and sunken cheeks, the strands of her still beautiful hair in a coil about her neck, that absorbed him. Again her eyes crept up to his. “I'm so tired, Felix--so tired. Won't you please take me home to my father--” He made a step forward, halted as if to recover his balance, wavered again, and stretched out his hands. “Barbara! BARBARA!” he cried. “Your home is here.” And he caught her in his arms. END End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Felix O'Day, by F. Hopkinson Smith