Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1894-09-08

ond and more recent miracle which mot
even Lamar himself could explain. That
the result had exceeded his most daring
hopes he had acknowledged, at least to
Maxoy. To rescue from the grave trem-
bling paIalytic victim, who realizes full
well his doom, and himself gives the
word which authorizes the dangerous
operation as his last fearful chance, is
great indeed, but to pour a food Of
fullest, freest light into the darkness
worse than death that enshrouds an in
tellect is something no far greater that il
rises at once ont Of the region Of human
achievement into that unfathomed realm
Of natures mysteries where the wisest
are as children. No Lamar was too
scientific a man TO believe this triumph
all his own, too honest to claim il as his
own, but nevertheless the world would
count it his Henceforth he would be
great among his fellows
The victim of the cliff road was still
in a very sensitive and precarious state.
Her memory of even recent events
might fail her at times in the most
alarming manner, but her pulse was
normal. her appetite good, and every
day would show a change for the better
every day away from the hospital,
surrounded by sympathetic faces, kind
voices and the quiet Of home. So they
all believed. So had the carriage come
This was scarcely the same being who
once before had been carried by these
four strong arms from the street to the
artists rooms. That form had been sub
missive and lcadcn. This shrank in
maiden m0ttesty from undue contact.
That face had been distorted with the
hideous nightmare Of perpetual fear.
This glowed with all the sweet, shy,
womanly emotions that rise in the breast
Of young girl whom necessity compels
to cling in this bold fashion to strangers
OF the other sex. She Obeyed their in
structions TO put her arms about their
necks with trembling reluctance that
was too spontaneous to he counterfeit.
! know not what philosophic Or. Lamar
thought, but to Julian Maxey the trem
ulous touch of that almost transparent
little hand was vague revelation If the
possibility Of a joy to come greater than
any he had ever known.
1t was toilsomc, climbing the long
flights Of stairs in this slow, steady fash
ion. but it seemed TO Maxey in his pres
ent ecstatic frame of mind, with bur
den such as this 10 carry, he would
Willingly have kept on mounting for
ever. As for the palpitating burden her
self, she WIS troubled with more senti-
rlents than one. This removal, her des-
tination. her new friends, were so many
mysteries to her The truth had PURPOSE
" been kept from her for a specific rea-
son, and she had been informed only
that she was To be taken to a more Sc
cluded place than the hospital, where
she would I've surrounded by brighter in
fluences and would get well the quicker.
Notwithstanding her weakness and
her trepidation at finding herself in the
arms of the strange men, she was seen
to glance with an expression Of interest
and curiosity upon the house and the
entrance into which she was being taxi
en-. In spite Of Dr. La1nar's assurance
TO the contrary, Maxey hoped that she
would recognize the place and its in
mates without a word to aid her This
was the object Of his silence to her. II
partook Of the nature Of an experiment
Miss Maxey, waiting for them in the
corridor, held the door open for them to
pass in. The girl looked at her in a
mute, questioning manner, without a
shadow of recognition. that thoroughly
disappointed the artists sister The
doctors strong tones were the first to
break the silence.
These are your new friends. Miss
Dye. Here your home il to be as long as
you care TO make il. From the time YOU
expressed q desire not TO be taken back
10 your father they resolved TO bring You
here
They are very good TO me" said a
faint voice. But do they know that |
! am n poor girl without money to pay
them for their care?''
They know everything that is neces-
sary.''
Miss Maxey had drawn a grea. chair
in front of the fire and had made il
doubly easy with pillows. The comfort
able back chamber WIS in a state Of or
utF slIfu HssUEeSs WDtlIerlCl 10 netlpl0.
Everything Was III readiness for the re-
turn Of the patient. They placed her in
the chair. and Maxey sighed as the cling.
ing hand left its warm nestling place ON
his neck. Then they all stood back from
her, and she locked about. first ut the
! strange faces Of the artist and his sister
| and then at the various objects which
went to make up the character Of the
room. Her glance wandered to the win.
dows, with the fine prospect far away
and the ice clad river underneath. to the
piano, the pictures, the bookcases. even
to the little white bed in the alcove
room, the curtains Of which had bs,en
purposely drawn back that she NIGH,
see it.
Maxey could not conceal his disap-
pointment. It was the glance Of the
stranger. But there was another senti.
ment i'll the artist mind, even stranger
than this. In the anxious DAYS when the
face which now looked MP from the pill
lows in the easy chair lay Oh the bed in
the alcove room Maxey had often