The Red Cloud chief., 1879-12-25
THE FACTSIN THE R%ATCLIFF CASE
4 Physicians strange Story.

first met Miss Bor@icr at "A tea party
i'm the town of r., where | WIS al
tending medical lectures. She was a
tall mirl. . pretty; her face would have
been in>ipid hut for the peculiar rest
l~cSSnc>~ of her eyes. They were neither
bright nor expressive, Vet she kept them
80 constantly in motion that they seemed
To catch and reflect light from a thou
sand sources. Whenever, aS rarely hap
pcucd. she fixed them even for a few
seconds upon one object, the factitiouS
brilliancy disappeared, and they became
dull and somnolcnt. | am unable Ia say
what WAS the color of Miss Bor~icr'S
eyes.
After tea | WAS one of a group of pco-
ple whom our host, the Rev. Mr.. Tinker,
sought la entertain with a portfolio of
photographs of places in the Holy Land.
While e~ndeavoring Ia appear interested
in his descriptions and explanations, all
OF which | had heard before, | became
aware that Miss BorSicr was honoring
me with steady regard. Ny gaze en-
countercd hers and | found that | could
not. for the life of me, withdraw my
own ewes from the encounter. Then 1
Hslu Il SlllHuldi tNlt4 NitNN. Allt IA wi
ena of which | noted with professional
accuracy. | felt the slight construction
of the muscles of my face, the numb
ness of the nerves that prcccdc> phys
zeal Siupor induced hy narcotic agency.
Although | WAS obliged Ia struggle
against the physical sense Of drowSincSS,
my mental faculties were more than or
dinarilv active. Her Eyes seemed To
torpify my body while they stimulated
nv mind, As opium does. Entirely
conscious of my present surround
ingS, and particularly alert I" the
Rev. Mr.. Thinkers narrative Of the ride
, from .Joppa, | accompanied him on
that Journey. not aS onc who listens Ia a
travellers tale, but a. n who himself
travels the road. When, finally, we
reached the point where the Rev. Mr..
Thinkers donkey makes the last sharp
turn around the rock that has been cut
ting off the view ahead. and the Rev.
Mr.. Tinker bcholdS with amazement
and iov the glorious panorama of Jcru-
salem spread II before him. saw il all
with remarkable vividnesS. | saw Jeru-
salem in Miss Borgier's eyes.
tacitlv thanked fortune when her
!. ewes resumed their habitual dance
around the room, releasing me from
what had become 4 rather humiliating
captivity. Once free from their strange
influence, | laughed AT my weakness.
..PShaw," | said 10 myself. You are
a fine subject for a young oma of
mesmeric talents Il practice upon"
.Who is Miss Borgier?' | demanded
of the Rev. Mr.. Tinker'S wife, at the
first opportunity.
WHY. she is Deacon Borgier'S daugh-
ter replied that good person, with
some surprise.
"And who is Deacon Bnrgier?"
"a most excellent man, one of the
pillars of my husbands congregation.
The Young people laugh at what they
call his torpidity, and say that he has
been walking about town in his sleep
for twenty years; but | assure you that
there is not a sincerer, more feryent
Chris
/ turned abruptly around, leaving
Mrs. Tinker more aStoniShed than ever,
for | knew that the subject of my in
quirieS was looking at me again. She
sat in one corner of the room, apart
from the rest of the company. | straight
wav went and seated myself at her side.
"That is right" she said. 81 wished
you TO come. Did you enjoy your jour-
ney to Jerusalem?"
AYES, thanks to you."
"Perhaps. But you can repay the
obligation. am told that you are DIR.
Mack's assistant in surgery at the col