The doctor stared after George in surprise, then jumped into his auto, and started off. The Army man had turned the corner, but George hurried on, possessed with a determination not to let him escape. "Hunting a spectre!" he said to himself grimly. "I must be a fool, but--" He turned the corner sharply, and looked ahead. The object of his pursuit, thinking himself safe, had slackened his pace, and was not far ahead of him, walking slowly, with head bowed in thought. Quickly, George came up to him. "I would like to speak with you," he said, grasping him by the shoulder. The man wheeled about suddenly. As he did so, the street lamp shone full upon his face. With a cry of horror, George let go his hold. Almost fiercely the man grasped George's hands. "I'm dead, George! You understand? I'm dead to the world! This miserable chance has brought my spirit across your path!" *********** CHAPTER XX. The time we deem ourselves the strongest, we are often reminded of our weakness. Before Edgeway retired for the night, he went back to see Betty. Harold was beginning to stir restlessly, and she was leaning over him, stroking his hands lovingly. "Miss Emmit, if you don't mind, I would like to keep watch with you tonight. There must be something I can do for you, and I hate the idea of leaving you up alone when you are so tired." "O, I am used to this," she returned, smiling gravely. "I feel no fatigue whatever. Thank you for offering to stay." "O, if you don't want me!" said Edgeway, in such a sudden bitterness, that Betty looked up in troubled surprise. "I have not offended you?" she asked anxiously. "You? O, no, only Fate! She has a knack of always boosting me out--therefore she displeases me! You understand?" he asked with a slight smile. She nodded her head smiling. "I think I do. You are just a trifle lonesome, aren't you? We will have a good heart to heart talk on Tuesday. I have not forgotten your promise to study 'Mormonism.'" "On condition, you know," he answered, the smile becoming genuine. Edgeway went to his own room, with a restless spirit that promised little sleep. "She understands?" he said to himself. "The deuce she does!" On the broad arm of his chair lay a book. He took it up for inspection. "Book of Mormon!" He fingered the leaves, half amused, half serious. Curiously he began to read. "Simple trash! How can she be led away by such fancies," he thought cynically, after reading a few pages. "But the language is pretty good," he admitted. However, he kept on reading. Gradually his interest was awakened. Then it became stronger and stronger. The night wore on, but still he sat, absorbed and wondering. Meanwhile, Betty knelt in fervent prayer. Thus she spent the entire night. At stated intervals, Betty gave Harold the medical aid that George had ordered. Harold's restlessness soon ceased. By daybreak, he opened his eyes full upon Betty with clear gaze, as if awakening from a sweet sleep.