Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1886-04-06

the box aud went back TO Lyde. She
touched my hand q second. Az she did
so she slipped the end Of hore.hsir In.
TO my palm. The other end ! knew was
on the plsnehs,,e. stood lli.le ways
from the table. with my hands behind me.
Lyde wen, TO the other side Of the bed
All a, once she uttered loud eIelama-
ton: "Ma. do look What's the mat.
ter with PlAnehe,ie !"
Up and down the table eareensd the
instrument, OF mystery. I, mus, be COZ.
f,ssed ,ha, i,s movements were awkward.
bu, then In q single afternoon one canno,
learn all the possibilities Of hOre-hair
motor.
Aunt Eliza was no, critical the weird
gyra,ions impressed her instantly. "Give
Il 20 me. she said "i, wants TO wri,e."
but Plsnehe,te declined iil,ly TO write.
bobbing ou, Of her reach the ins,an, she
rested her fingers on the board.
"Ie, me try" said Lyde. whereupon
Planehetis vaul,ed clean of the table
and fell a, my feet.
"lt's Rem," said my aunt. solemnly.
"I always said that !, wrote better for
him and Tim than for anybody else.
There wasn't the leAs, difficulty in read.
ing their messages. Don't you remem.
Der how plain that one abOu, the circus
wn' Try II. Rem"
put the thing on the table. IL was
quiet enough now good reason Why. i
laid my hands on IL with the queeres,
feeling OF the minsling OF comedy and
tragedy in the scene. Its writing" !
announced presently; "you'll have to
open the blinds to read. though" As
Lyds opened the blind. Of the window
behind the bed. | could see Basil Fans
pacing bis fast bays In his beach wagon
up and down the street.
Thi, is the message which Planehe,,e
wrote aud Lyde read Ou, loud Dear
Eliz,.-Ism your brother Dan. Eldred
can, come. lie didn't write the
message. which you have had. You
have been deceived by false spirits.
You have no, 10, hydrophObia. no,
. bi, Of il. You tore your arm on
the nail In the fence. There i, a piece
Of the dress on the nail now. 90 aud
see. Brace up, you won't die.
I.yde'. voice ,rembled 50 ,h., she
hardly could pronounce the words. and
Aunt Eliza sA, up in bed ela'ehing the
coyerlid. her face pAle' than Il was the
day she told me she Was bitten.
fetch me the dres, waist. she glsped
-"ihe one | had on--you know"
"l,s right in the closet, ma, said lyde.
When It was brought my aunt looked
q, the ren, in the sleeve carefully before
she turned TO me aud said "rm very
much obliged. brother Dan. III 20. Is
there anything more =
KEEP, my tinger.,ips on the planeheiie
board ior full FIVE minutes, ba, Il was
quite mo,ionless
Aunt Eliza drew long sigh. "well.
Dan. tell Eldred I thank him. He al
ways was right. Remington. run out,
honey. You look as white as a sheet.
Tell Aunt sasAnnsh to give you glass
OF wine. And Iyde, help me to get up
and dr., myself; I'm going to look at
that fence"
"I Was not particularly surprised liz.
tie later. As we ell three sailed into the
street, to see Basil. bays ,ro,,ing toward
the reddening wes, where the sun was
setting.
(" Oh. ma" said Lyde, " there's Mr..
Ferris. If-if-"
"Basil-Ba.il Ferris :" called my aun,
Eliza "s,op and take Us in or course
I'm no, angry with him now, Lyde,'
she explained. while Basil eagerly APP
preached US III was angry at his CALI
ing your pas messages t~addle ba. II
they weren't your pa'', | think as likely
as no, they were twaddle. Thank you.
Basil VIII you forgive an obstinate
old woman who wants TO be your moth
er.in.lsw" |"
Basil caugh, bis breath. and then
well, he Just caught Aunt Eliza In bis
arms and kissed her.
He drove us TO the field. and Aunt
Eliza saw for herself the silk and Grape
on the nail. A small boy near walked
away q, our approach. Tha, small boy.
a. have since learned. had been on
guard over the nail ever since Bisil and
| left II. Aunt Eliza was perfectly calm
She admitted At once she had deceived,
herself and going home talked Of nothing
bat the details Of Lyds's wedding. which
she wished to prepare for q, once ; but
when she WAS back home she sank into
chair and burnt into tears.
"Oh, Lyds," she sobbed. I'm glad to
live; didn't want to 20 crazy and bite
people but |, Is hard to think that II
wasn't your pa writing to me all the
time. | don', see how they can let the
bad spin. perform So"
Al this my aunt recovered speedily.
nor has she ever had any return OF her
disorder. Bat Il Was not till very lately
that Mrs. Ferris vsniured to confess the
truth about Planchetts's prescription.
One little part Of the story Am sure
that she never viii tell her mother. Basil
told It to me yesterday. I had praised
the ingenuity Of his treatment.
"Bat It vas mighty lucky" ! added,
"thst the silk happened to catch on th'
nail. and stay there"
"wsll, ~ to that" said Basil, III pu'
that Bit Of silk there myself. just befor'
I took you over. Lyds tore Il out o
the sleeve for me-"
"Bat how, then, did yoa know shs
she tore her arm on the nail-that tn
dog didn't bite hef!"
"Oh, I dida't know" replied Ferris
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