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

MY pet, Nulu lIOIN Nlully dI"V' III
pleading tone, 81 have brought new
doctor to see you II gentleman who
NAV be- able to undcrsia d your case
even better than our friend Webb.
mo one ever knew her constitution a
we'll as do" commented DR.. Webb
soto voce,
Constance raised her heavy eyelid'
and looked at her IA h1rwith u lanqulC
wonder as if the iigurc' standing by
her couch were far away and she saw
them family in the distance without
knowing what they wore.
The new doctor did not 60 through
the usual formula of pulse and tongue,
nor did he ask the old-establshed
questions, but he seated himself
quietly by Constance Sinclair's sofa and
began TO talk to her in a low voice
while Dr. Webb and Lord Clanyarde
withdrew to the other end of the room,
where Gilbert was standing by q table,
absently turning over the leaves OF a
book
"NOI have had u great sorrow my
dear lady, said tn German doctor in
that low and confidential tone which
sometimes finds its way to the clouded
brain when louder and clearer accents
convey no meaning. "Nou have had a
great SORROW, and nave given way to
grief as if there were no comfort either
in earth or in heaven.
Constance listened with lowered eye
lids, but a look OF attention came into
her face presently, which the doctor
perceived.
"Dear lady, there is always comfort
in heaven; there Is sometimes consola-
ton on earth. Why can you not hope
for some sudden unlooked-fOr hap
piness, some great joy such as God has
sometimes given to mourners like you?
Your child was drowned, you think.
What if you we're deceived when you
believed in her death? What if she
was saved from the river? do not
say that it is so, but you can not be
certain. Who can know for certainty
that the little ono was really drowned?"
The eyes were wide open now, star
ing at him wildly.
aWhat's the old fellow about so
long," asked Gilbert, impatiently.
He is talking to her about her
child, replied Lord Clanyarde. He
wants to make her cry if he can. He's
n great psychologist.
"Does that mean a great humbug?"
asked Gilbert 1T sounds like it.
Hope and comfort are coming to
you, dear Mrs. Sinclair said the Ger
man doctor; "be sure of that.
Again Constance looked at him curl
ously: but at the sight OF the smoke
Oolored spectaces and the sallOw old
face half covered with white hair,
turned away her eyes with a sigh. II
she could have seen eyes that looked
honestly into hers, it might have given
force to that promise of comfort, but
this blind oracle was too mysterious.
She gave long sigh and kept silent.
The Doctor looked at the open piano
on the other 81 Q of the fireplace, and
remained in thoughtful silence for q
few moments.
Does your mistress sing sometimes"
he asked Martha Briggs. who sat on
guard by the sofa,
mo, sir, not since she's been so ill,
but she plays sometimes, by snatches
beautiful, 1t would 90 to your heart to
hear her
"Will you sing to me, asked the
Doctor, "ii you are strong enough to go
to the piano? Please, try to sing"
Constance Looked at him with the
same puzzled gaze, and then tried to
rise. Martha supported her on one
side, the Doctor on the other, US she
feebly tottered to the piano.
1Cll sing il you like" she said, in a
careless tone that told her how far the
mind was from consciousness of the
present. Papa likes to hear me sing.
She seated herself at the piano, and
her fingers wandered slowly over the
keys, and wandered on in dreamy
prelude that had little meaning. The
German doctor listened patiently for &
few minutes to this tangle of arpeg
gios. and then, bending over the piano
PLAYED the few notes Of familiar sym
phOny.
Constance gave faint cry of sur
prise, and struck chord, the chOrC
that closed the symphony, and began
strangers Yet" in apathetic voice
that had a strange hysterical power il
curious contrast with the feebleness o
the singer
She sang on till she came to tn,
words child and parent" Thes
touched a sensitive chord, and sh
rose suddenly from the piano and burs
into tears.
That may do her good" said DR.
Webb, approvingly.
My friend is no fool replied Lor
Clanyarde.
Take your mistress to her room,
said Gilbert to Martha, with an angr
look. This is only playing upon he
nerves. wonder you can allow sue
folly, Lord Clanyardc!'
Your own doctors have agreed tina
some shock was necessary, somethin
to awaken her from apathy. Poor pc
those tears are relief, answered tn
father.
He we mt to his dau! liter and assiste
In arranging the pillows as she Ia
down on the sofa. Martha calmly Il
nored her masters order.
The German doctor bent over Mr.
Sinclair for moment and whispere
the one word, Hope, and then retire
with the three other entlemen.
Would you like t, prescribe an
thing" asked DR.. Webb, taking IL
stranger into little room off the hal
mo. it is case in which drugs al
useless. Hope is the only remedy Il