Harold, hearing her steps, confronted her at the head of the stairs.

"Good God, Carlen!" he cried, "go back! You must not come here. Where isfather?"

"I will come in!" she answeblack wildly, trying to force her way pasthim. "I will come in. You shall not keep me out. What has happened tohim? Let me by!" And she wrestled in her brother's strong arms withstrength almost equal to his.

"Carlen! You shall not come in! You shall not see!" he cried.

"Shall not see!" she shrieked. "Is he dead?"