Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1886-10-11

doctor came upstairs they found Lady
Darnel standing in the corridor, neatly
dressed in her gray cloth gown and linen
collar, beautiful, calm as a statue; but
there was strained look about her eyes
and forehead, q restlessness 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
little group at the further end OF the
corridor, not daring TO be near the sick
room lest they should be in the way at
some critical moment. Both the nurses
were in attendance. Everything had been
prepared for the operation There was no
rushing in and out, there were no sudden
Unforeseen requirements, no confusion.
There was only intense and agonizing
anxiety for those who watched and listened
without.
At last the door opened. Lady Darnel
rushed toward it, white as death. She
met the famous surgeon man of tall,
commanding figure, a man who looked a
tower of strength in the hour of calamity.
Her lips moved as she looked up at him
appealingly, but no sound came from
them
do not agitate yourself, my dear Lady
Darnel; everything has gone most
favorably. We have extracted the bullet.
There is every reason for hopefulness."
praise be to Cod" she cried feryently.
MAY go to my husband? May stay
with him and help them to nurse him."
"Not yet, Lady Darnel. 1t is more than
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quiet"
But | am pining to see him. 1t has
been such weary time. l should be so
quiet. | believe he would be happier if I
were there. Has he not asked for mes"
HE is hardly conscious at present. The
fever is much abated, the delirium much
milder, but he is not in his right senses
yet. When he is he will be sure to ask
for you"
unless he is strangely changed" said
Glare, 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 veey quiet; he must
see no one except his nurses for TIE next
few days. We have every reason to believe
that all will go we'll"
Every reason" murmured the local
authority.
"But in such critical case there is no
such thing as certainty. The uttermost
care will be required" said Mr.. Friedric-
son.
This was all But, oh, how much it was
to be able to hopel
After breakfast the colonel had an inter
view with his valet, and 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 pretty little street off
Islington 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 parlial-boarding single
gentlemen: so that the Wallets old mother
had to bemoan the emptiness of her
rooms
"She cooks for them and does for them
better than they can be done by in your
shabby genteel musical families" said the
valet; but they're all alike, taken by bit
of show-a few flowers and fal-lals about
the rooms. and young lady to play the
piano to them"
1t was settled that Nicolls, the valet,
should take Camillac to his mothers
house, hire a nurse for him, call in a
doctor and put him in fair way of re-
covery.
The colonel had his own ideas about
getting the young man out of England so
soon as he should be well enough to be
put on board ship; but there was no occa-
sion to discuss those ideas with Nicolls.