The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-05-31
CHAPTER XII. CONTINUED.

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father dearly, vet for twenty-four hours
he had almost forgotten him.. But the
moment he turned his horses head to-
ward Clifford Hall. uneasiness and some
thing very like rem0rSe' began to seize
him. suppose his father had asked for
him, and wondered where he was, and
felt himself deserted and abandoned In
his dying moments. lie spurred his
horse 20 n gallop. and soon reached Cliff
ford Hall. Az he was afraid 10 go
straight To his fathers room, he went
at once 20 old Baker, and said, In IN
agitaied voice;
Zone word. Johns he alivep"
Yes, sir, he Is" said John, gravely,
and rather sternly.
+, alas he asked for meY"
More than once or twice, sir"
Walter sank into n chair. and covered
his face with his hands. This softened
the old servant, whose manner I'LL then
had been sullen and grim.
you need not fret, Mr.. Walter" said
he; "it's all right. In course / know
whore you have BEEN
Walter looked up alarmed.
Il mean In n general way" said the
old man. you have been accounting
of an angel. know her, sir, and hope
70 be her servant some day; and If you
was TO marry any but her, I'd leave SER
vice altogether, and so would Rhoda
Million; but, Mr.. Walter, sir, there's q
time for everything: hope you'll for
give me for saying so. However, you
are here now, and was wide-awake,
and i have made IL all right, sir"
That's impossible" said Walter.
How could you make it right with my
poor dear father, in his last moments
he felt himself neglected"
But he didn't feel himself neglected"
II don't understand you," said Wal
ter.
"Well, sir" sale old Baker, "I'm an
old servant, and I've done my duty to
father and son according to my lights;
told him lie."
a lie, Johnl" said Walter.
"a laundering lie," said John, rather
aggressively. II don't know as | ever
told greater lie in all my life. / told
him you was gone up to London to fetch
q doctor"
Walter grasped John Bakers hand.
God bless you, old man." said he, "f0r
taking that on your consciencel Well,
you sha'n't have yourself to reproach
for my fault. / know frst-class govt
doctor in London; he has cured it more
than once. I'll wire him down this
minute; you'll despatch the message,
and III 60 to my father"
The message was sent, and when the
Colonel awOke from an uneasy slumber
he saw his son at the foot of the bed,
gazing piteously at him.
my dear boy" said he, family, and
held out wasted hand. Walter was
pricked to the heart at this greeting;
not a remonstrance at his absence.
Il fear you missed me, father" said
he, sadly.
THAT 1 have" said the old man; "but
dare say you didn't forget me, though
you weren't by my side"
The high-minded old soldier said no
more, and put no questions, but conf
ded in his sons affection, and awaited
the result of it. From that hour Wal
ter Clifford nursed his father day and
night. DIR. Garner arrived next day.
He examined the patient, and put a
great many questions as to the history
and progress Of the disorder up to that
date, and inquired i'm particular what
was the length of time the fits general
" endured. Here he found them all
rather haZy. "Ah," said he, patients
are seldom able to assist their medical
adviser with precise information on this
point, vet it's very important. Well,
can you tell me how long this attack
has 1astedl"
They told him that within day or
two"
Then now" said he, "the most i'm
portant question of all: What day did
the pain leave his extremities?"
The patient and John Baker had to
compare notes TO answer this question
and they made it out to be about twenty
days.
@Then he ought to be as dead as her
ring" whispered the doctor.
After this he began to walk the room
and mediate, with his hands behind
him.
open those top windows" said he
Now draw the screen, and give his
lungs a chance; no dTaughts must blow
upon him. YOU know" Then he drew
The truth? Well, then, his life hangs
on thread. The govt is creeping up.
ward, and will inevitably kill him if we
can't get it down. Nothing but heroic
remedies will do that. and it's three to
FIVE against them. What do you sayY'
Il dare mott dare not. Pray put the
question to him."
Il will" said the doctor; and accord.
tngly he did put it to him with good
deal of feeling and gentleness, and the
answer rather surprised him.
Weak as he was, Colonel Clifford'I
/. dull eye flashed, and he half raised him
self on his elbow. what question Il
put to soldier!" said he. why, let u
fight, to be sure. l thought it wa
twenty to one-five to three? l hav'
often won the rubber with five to three
against me-"
'Ahi" said DR.. Garner, "these are tn
patients that give the doctor chance.
Then he turned to Baker. "Have yo1
any good champagne in the house-no
sweet, and not too dry, and full of tireS
@Irroy's Carte dor" suggested tn
patient, entering into the business wit
q certain feeble alacrity that showed hi
govt had not always been unconnecte
with imprudence in diet.
Baker was sent for thechampange-
was brought and opened, and the pa
tient drank some of it fixing. Whe
he had drank what he could, his eye
twinkled, and he said;
That's hair of dog that has ofte