Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1894-10-18

! Mrs. Stnclair's disease. She must be
beguiled with hope, even If it is do
lusive."
WHAT" cried DR.. Webb would you
trile with her feelings, play upon the
weakness OF her mind, and let her
awaken by and by to find herself de-
luded?"
81 would do anything to snatch her
from the jaws OF death, answered the
German doctor, unhesitatingly, IF
hope is not held out TO her, she will
die You see her fading day by day.
DO you think there is any charm in
your medi ines that will bring her
back to life?
IL fear not, sir, answered DR.. Webb
despondently.
"Then you or those who love her
must find some more potent influence.
She is heart broken for the loss Of her
child. She must be taught TO think
that her child Is still living"
But when her mind grows stronger
it would be Il still heavier blow to dis
cover that she had been d Gel ed"
"She would be better able to bear
tho blow when health and strength
had returned, and she might have
formed an attachment in the mean
time which would console her in the
hour Of disllusion.
a don't understand, 3" fatered DR..
Webb.
"l'll make myself clearer. A child
must be brought to Mrs Sinclair, u
little girl Of about the age OF her own
baby, and she must be persuaded TO
believe, now while her brain is cloud
ed, that her own child is given back to
her."
"A cruel deception. cried DR.. Webb.
"No; only a desperate remedy.
Which are her friends to do--d ceiye
her, on let her die? In her present
condition of mind she viii ask no ques-
tions; she will not speculate upon
probabilities. She will take the child
to her breast as q gift from heaven.
A mind distraught is always ready to
believe in the marvellous, to imagine
itself the object Of supernatural inter-
vention.
DR.. Webb looked thoughtfllly and
half convinced. This German physi-
clan, who sp Ike good English, seemed
to have studied his subject deeply. DR..
Webb was no psychologist, but he had
seen in the mentally afflicted that very
love of the marvellous which Or. HoI-
lendorf spoke about, And what hope
had he of saving his patient Alas.
none. It would be cruel thing t. put
a spurious child in her arms, to trile
with mothers sacred feelings; but if
life and reason could be saved by this
means and no other, sur ely the fraud
would be pious one.
"Mr. Sinclair would never consent, "
said DR.. Webb.
"NIr. Sinclair must be made to CON
sent ] have already suggested this
step to LOd Clauyarde, and he APP
proves the idea. He must bring his
influence to bear upon Mr.. Sinclair,
who appears an indifferent husband,
and not warmly interested in his wife's
fate.
"There you wrong him." cried the
faithful Webb, His manner does not
do him Justice. The poor man has
been in most miserable condition
ever since Mrs. Sinclairs illness as
5umed an alarming aspect. VIII you
make this suggestion t. him-propose
our introducing strange child?"
81 would rather the proposal should
come from Lord Clanyarde, " answered
the strange doctor, looking at his
watch. 81 must get back to London
by the next train. | shall tell Lord
my opinion as he drives me
to the station. think have made
my ideas sufficiently clear to you, DR..
Webb"
Quite so, quite so, cried the little
man, whose mother waj an Aberdeen
woman. at is most extraordinary
thing, DR.. Hollendorf, that, although |
have never had the honor of meeting
you before, your voice is very familiar
to me.
MY dear sir, do you suppose that
Nature can give distinctive voice to
every unit in an Overcrowded world?
You might hear my voice in the Fee
'ees tomorrow. There would be moth
ing extraordinary in that.
"Of course, of course. An acct
dental re. emblance," assented Dr.
Webb.
The German would take no fee; he
had come as Lord Clanya de's friend,
and he drove awayin Lord Clanyardes
brougham without any further loss of
time.
Gilbert Sinclair and his friend de-
voted the rest Of the evening to bill
iards, with frequent refreshment on
Gilbert's part in the way of brandy.
"You talked the other day about
finding q purchaser for this COMPOUNDED
old barrack," said Mr.. Sinclair. IL
hate the place more every day, and it
is costing me no end of money for re-
pairs-never saw such q rickety old
hole, always some wall tumbling down
or drain getting choked up-to say
nothing of keeping up large stable
here as well as at Newmarket.
why not give up Newmarket" sug-
gested Mr.. Wyatt, with his common
sense air.
I'm not such fool. Nemarket gives
me some pleasure, and this place gives
me none.
You must keep up home for Mrs.
Sinclair. and London house would
hardly he suitable in her present
state.
81 can take her to Hastings or Vent
nor, or to my box at Newmarket, if il
comes to that"
Isn't it better for her to be near hel
father"
What does she want with her faith
er. an old twaddler like Clanyarde
without thought beyond the gossip
of his club? Don't humbug, Wyatt
You told me you could put your finger