The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-08-02

adventurer were to die; but as an honest God
| fearing man, Weldon Stukely knew that it was
his duty to try and save him. lie walked home
quickly, not much the worse for the sacrifice of
| his ulster, though it was a sharp October morn
ing. He entered the hall with the air of a man
| who had been for stroll in the gardens just as
| the eight day clock was striking 8.
| No gong sounded for meals in this time of
trouble. All noises in the house were hushed,
save the musical chime of the clocks.
Dora Darnel was coming down stairs with her
| key basket on her arm. like Jaller.
| What is the last report asked the Colonel,
| when he had wished her good morning
''The night nurse says there is an improve
ment, but | am always afraid to trust these peo-
pie, added Dora, as If all hirelings were vipers.
However, Mr.. Fredricson is to be here to day,
and we shall get the truth from him."
| Has Penwern started on his mission YETI"
asked the Colonel. trying to seem careless.
| He went out at eight this morning"
| Good" thought the Colonel, lit must be ten
before he can be at Mrs. Jakers with the war
rant"
The famous London surgeon was to be at Oar
mel at eleven that day. and was to extract the
bullet. If he saw his way to performing that
operation safely. Lady Darnel knew that this
day was to be the one of crisis in her husband s
fate. Before the day over she would know,
! perhaps, whether he was to be spared or lost to
| her; whether JOY or despair to be her por-
! ton. She waited the issue in silent agony.
| She would not leave her room except to creep
| into the corridor, and crouch, listening the
ground outside her husbands door. She would
see no one except nurses and doctor:
The nurses favorable account of last night
was the first CLEAN of hope.
'You think he will get better now" she said.
| clasping the womans hand. You believe that
we shall save HING
II couldn't undertake to say so much as that,
| my lady, but Sir Allan certainly had a much
quieter night" the woman answered calmly.
When Mr.. Friedrcson and the local doctor
! came up stairs they found Lady Darnel standing
| in the corridor neatly.dressed in her gray cloth
| gown and linen collar beautiful, calm statue;
| but there was strained look about her eyes and
| forehead, n restessness in the muscles of the
| mouth, which told the great surgeon how her
| nerves were racked. her mind distracted by fear
The two medical men were closeted in the sick
| room for more than an hour, Lady Darnel, and
| Grace, and Dora waiting IN the corridor all the
| time. They stood In a little group at the further
end of the corridor, not daring 10 be near the
! sick room lest they should be in the way at some
| critical moment. Both the nurses were in at
| tendance; everything had been prepared for the
| operation There was rushing in and out,
! there sudden unforeseen requirements,
no confusion. There only intense and
| aConiZing anxiety for those who watched and
| listened without
| At last the door opened. Lady Darnel rushed
towards it, white as death. She met the famous
| surgeon, man of tall commanding figure, q
| man who looked tower of strength in the hour
|
at him appealingly, but no sound came from
| tnenl
30 not agitate yourself, my dear Lady Oar
| mel; everything has gone most favorably. We
| have extracted the bullet There is every rea-
son for hopefulness.
praise be to God" she cried fervently "May
60 to my husband! May l stay with him, and
| help them to nurse hing
Not yet, Lady Darnel. It is more than ever
necessary that he should be kept quiet"
But am plnlng to see him. 1t has been
! such weary time l should he so quiet
believe he would be happier if l were there. Has
| he not asked for mel'
| 'He is hardly conscious at present The fever
! is much abated, the delirium much milder but
he is not III his right senses yet When he is he
! will be sure to ask for you"
UNLESS he is strangely changed" said Clare
with touch of bitterness.
She knew not what trouble might wait for her
in the future. even when her dear one was
snatched from the jaws of death.
HE must be kept very quiet he must see no
one except his nurses for the next few. days.
We have every reason to believe that all will go
we'll"
Every reason" murmured the local author
ity.
But in such critical case there is no such
hing as certainty The uttermost care will be
| required" said Mr.. Friedricson
| This was all. But, oh, how much it was to be
| able to hope.
After breakfast the Colonel had an interview
Win MS ValeC, ana between them they made out
plan for the disposal of Victor de Camillac
| The valet had an old mother-he spoke of her as
an accident in his life-who lived in a pretty
| little street off Isngton Green, and who let
| lodgings to single gentlemen There had been
dearth of single gentlemen lately, or rather
the supply had all been absorbed by the musical
| families, who had tennis lawns and bath rooms,
and agreeable daughters, and who eked out
| Somerset House incomes by partial boarding
| single gentlemen; so that the Wallets old mother
had to bemoap the emptiness of her rooms.
| ''She cooks for them and does for them better
than they can be dene by in your shabby genteel
musical families" said the valet 'but they're
all alike, taken by bit of show--a few flowers
and fallals about room, and young lady to
play the piano 20 them"
1t was settled that Nicolls, the valet, should
take Camillac to his mothers house, hire nurse
for him, call in doctor, and put HIM in a fair
way of recovery.
| The Colonel had his own ideas about getting
| the young man out of England so soon as he
should be we'll enough to be put board ship,
but there was no occasion to discuss these ideas
| with Nicolls.
| TO BE CONTINUED NEXT SUNDAY.
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