Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1894-11-01


yarde of the plan which had been dc
Vised by the German physician for his
daughters cure, and, after lengthy
discussion, gave his sullen consent tC
the impOsture.
Fl don't like your German doctors
Thoroughbred charlatan, III war
rant. he said; land | don't like palm
ing of an impostor upon my poor vito
lInt if YOU see any chance OF good from
this experiment, let ii be tried. COG
knows / would give my hearts blood
tomorrow to bring Constance back tt
good health and reason"
This wa, said with unmistable ear
nestne's, and Lord Clanyarde believed
IL. He did not know what bitter rea-
son Gilbert Sinclair had for desiring
his wi!os recovery in the guilty con
seriousness that his brutality was the
chief eau of her Illness.
You are not going to bring some
low-b brat into my house, hope?'
said Gilbert, with the pride of u man
whose gran father had worked in the
mines, and whose father had died
worth million.
mo; we shall find q gentlem&n's
child-some orphan of about Christa-
bel 8 age--to adopt"
Gilbert shrugged his shoulders and
said no more.
That visit of the German physician
had certainly wrought change in
Constance Sinclair's condition, and
DR.. Webb declared that the change was
for the better. She seemed to have
awakened from that dull apathy, that
after b tterne5s Of mind and body,
which both the London physician and
the faithful country watchdog had
taken to be the precu sOr of death.
She was restless Auttered by some
expectation which kept her senses Gu
riously on the alert -wistful, watchful,
MISUNDERSTANDING at every opening Of
door, at every coming football
On the morning after DR.. Hollen-
DORIS visit she a kel for her Bible,
and began to read David's psalms of
thanksgiving and rejoicing aloud, like
one who gave thanks for great JOY.
Later in the same day she went to the
piano and sang sang as she had never
done since the beginning Of her illness
sang like one who pours forth the
gladness of her heart in melody.
When DR.. Webb came that after
noon he found his patient sitting in an
armchair by the window, propped up
with pillows, much to the disgust of
MeIanie Dupont who YVES on duty at
this time. +,
II know she isn't strong enough to
sit up" said Melanie TO the Doctor;
''but she would do it. She seems TO be
watching for something or some one.
Tho long window, opening on the
balcony, commanded distant curve of
the drive leading up to the house, and
it was on this point that Constance Sin
clair's eyes were fixed.
What are you waiting for, dear
LADY," asked Doctor Webb, in his
bland voice, that caressing tone in
which medical men address feminine
and iniantine patients In Doctor
Webb's case the blandness meant more
than Unusually does, for he really loved
his patient
Il am watching for my child. They
will bring her to-day perhaps. The
strange doctor told me she was not
drowned. 1t was true, wasn't it! He
won't deceive me. There was some
thing in his voice that made me trust
him = something that went to my
heart M darling was saved, and she
is c ming back to me. You won't de-
ceive me, ! know. She is coming -
soon 5oon-soon. Dear, dearest Doc
tor Webb, is it true?"
Dear Mrs. Sinclair you must not
agitate yourself in this way" cried the
Doctor, fattered by this address,
YES yes, Lord Clanyarde is going to
bring you the little girl, and you'll be
very nd of her, hope, and feel quite
happy again :,
Happy" cried Constance; 81 shall
he in heaven. Ask papa to bring her
sOon."
She was restless throughout that day
--sleepless all night. Sometimes her
mind wandered but at other times she
spoke clearly and reasonably of God $
goodness 10 her in saving her child
On the following day the same idea
was still paramount, but she was some
what weakened by her excitement and
restlessness, and was no longer able to
sit up at her post of observation by
the window. AS the day wore on the
old dull apathy seemed to be creeping
over her again. She lay on her couch
by the fire, silent, exhau ted, noticing
nothing that occurred around her; her
pulse was alarmingly weak, her eyes
vacant and heavy.
IF they don't bring the child soon,
it will be too late for the experiment,
thought DR.. Webb; and if they do
bring it, the excitement may be fatal.
God guide us Alright"
1t was dusk when Lord Clanyarde's
brougham drove up to the porch, and
his lordship alighted, carrying child
muflied up in soft wooden shawls, and
fast asleep. Gilbert Sin lair had not
vet returned from his daily ride. The
house was dark and empty.
Lord CIanyarde went straight to his
daughters room, where Dr. Webb was
sitting, too anxious to leave his patient
till the crisis which the intended ex
pertinent might produce had passed
safely. DR.. Webb was not particular
ly hopeful about the strange doctors
plan.
"Such good news, my darling, sale
Lord Clanyarde, with elaborate cheer
fulness; pray don't agitate yourself
my dear Constance.