The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1894-12-12

veer, whose face had assumed IN nl-
most greenish hue with fright.
But in vain did this fair disciple
OF Mesmer resort TO passes, commands,
and finally fearful entreaties. Brans-
ford could not be aroused, and his
condition seemed TO become more
serious every moment.
"Oh, Mr.. Bransford, do wake up.
If you have the slightest regard for
me, / beseech OF you to wake up, !"
cried the girl, aDxiously. "Oh, Mr.
Vanderveer, do you please say some
thing to arouse him, your voice will
be more familiar than mine"
TON, cried Charlie, at the top of
his voice, "wake up, old man." Then
shaking him by the shoulders, he
pleaded with him wildly. "Tom, old
friend, you are all right. Wake up,
Tom, If you love me, wake up, Then
reproachfully to Estelle: "He told
you he had a weak heart"
''Yes," she replied, now crying hys-
terically, "but thought he was iok-
ing. Do please go for doctor as
quick as you can"
'But can't leave him here, he'll
fall on the floor, said Charlie.
Don't you think 1 had better carry
him to the lounge?'
''Pray do, and then I can bathe his
forehead with some extract and fau
him while you are gone"
Bransford's remsins-for they hard
ly seemed to be more were then In.
boriously half lifted, half dragged
from the chair to the lounge, aud q
daintily embroidered pillow placed
under his head. Estelle had in the
meantime supplied herself with oil
available restoratives and took her
place by his side, while Charlie hur-
ried away for medical aid.
Left alone with her unfortunate
victim, she unburdenel her soal
aloud.
"Oh, what have l donel Perhaps
he will die. And / heard 30 much
about him. 1 was sure we were going
to be good friends. And 1 did like
him from the moment saw him this
evening-aud now l have probably
killed him. Oh, how could l do it,
how could do it"
A sort of spasm passed over the un-
conscious form before her, and she
thought his breathing hal ceased, so
put her hand over his parted lips to
see if she coul feel any breath, when
to her horror and surprise, the trem-
bling hand was kissed in a most life.
like manner, and Brausfori's dark
| eyes looked into hers with O humor-
GUS twinkle.
Remember" he said, quietly, "I
am not responsible. AM hypnotized,
you know" Then, still keeping her
hand in his own, he sat up and asked
gravely: Don't you think that you
have had pretty good lesson in the
danger of playing with edged tools
and dabbling in occult arts you do
not know anything about?"
81 think it was perfectly abomin-
able and cruel for you to give me
such terrible fright, " she cried, pull
ing away her hand.
'It might easily have really oc-
Cured. Come, now. You have said
you like me, then forgive me, but
promise to be bewitching woman
and not womanly witch in the fu.
ture. The day of witchcraft has long
since passed; nineteenth century
witches have no excuse for existing. Is
it a bargain?"
Rather a one-sided bargain; but 1
think you are right aud promise"
When Vanderveer returned an hour
later. after calling unsuccessfully on
five physicians, he found Tom AMI
Estelle chatting as cozily together as
though they had been friends for
years.
Eyes, Tom said ON his way home,
sit was hard enough to lay there and
stimulate inconsistencies while she
was crying and you were carrying on
like lunatic; but when she put her
dainty little hand on my mouth, why
simply could not resist. Ye gods,
man, if it had been her lips, AMI l.
do you think she ever would have for
given meP"
"Oh, yes, prophesied Yanlerveer,
gloomily, "and in tina no apology
will be looked for or required under
similar circumstances.
Charlie was right. Truth.