Chapter V (7)

"Aurore!" he called. "Aurore!" The grip of ice clutched his heart. Cold seized on him with unseen numbing hands. He was struggling, struggling with his body of lead--for one step--just a step nearer the great curtain, that now glowed warm--red--red as the ghost of her cardinal-flower lips--pillars of light, as of the halls of heaven. "Aurore!--Aurore!"

MR. DOWNEY SITS DOWN

By L.H. ROBBINS

From _Everybody's_