The lawyer’s pale face flushed with shame at her words, and just then Dr. Brookes stepped forward and led her from the office. “Well said, beautiful Marion!” he whispered, softly. “And said at a time that he will not forget in a hurry! I fancy he will hesitate before he smiles at another young innocent!” “You must cheer poor Mr. Ray,” was the fair girl’s only answer, “for while, of course, if is impossible that he should still love his wife, yet there must be memories that make this scene most bitter!” “I will do my best,” said Reginald Brookes, nobly. He had forgotten for the time that this man was his rival. Marion hurried back to the hospital. She had done her duty. She went at once to the Superintendent of Nurses and told her the whole story. “What a horrible thing!” was that lady’s answer. “Well, my errand will keep, and I can go myself to-morrow.” The next day both Marion and Dr. Brookes got a twenty-four hours’ leave of absence. They took the “doctor’s boat” together and went over to the city. “There has been one more tragedy in connection with that poor woman’s death,” he said, sadly, as he handed Marion an open letter. “My friend, Dr. Greenaway, has killed himself. It seems he knew Mrs. Ray as ‘May Osgood,’ and was desperately in love with her.” Marion sighed as she handed him back the letter, which was only a brief account of Greenaway’s death, written by his friend, Dr. Fielding. “How did he hear of it?” she asked, with a little shudder. Dr. Brookes looked more sorrowful and his face trembled as he answered: “Why, I learned that she was ‘May Osgood’ before I knew she was Mrs. Ray, and, of course, I wired to Greenaway to come up and identify her. The fellow was already in a frightful state! I don’t blame him—it must be awful to love a wicked woman!” He was looking at Marion so meaningly that her eyes fell before his glance. “Or a wicked man,” she said, softly. “Oh, how I pity my dear friend, Miss Allyn!” “It has been a strange ‘mix up,’” said Dr. Brookes, thoughtfully, “a tragedy, you might say, of New York and Blackwell’s Island.” “There are many such, I fancy,” was the fair girl’s reply. “More than any one dreams of,” answered the doctor, sadly. When they reached the city they went directly to the flat, and as Dollie met them at the door Marion uttered an exclamation. Her golden haired sister was looking radiantly happy, and even young Brookes could almost guess the secret. “Oh, Dollie, is it settled at last?” asked Marion, as she kissed her. “I’ll answer that question,” said Ralph Moore, coming forward. “Mr. Saunders, my employer, has taken pity on me at last. He has raised my salary to twenty dollars a week, and now there is no reason why we shouldn’t be married.” “And I want them to hurry up about it!” cried Bert Jackson’s voice, as he and Miss Allyn emerged suddenly from the kitchen.