Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-04

avowal And ys4 there was hesitation,
there was so much that each one con-
scientiously thougho needed explanation
and apology.
that ever stands as bar to the complete
expression of loves but when she tried to
withdraw her hand the doctor resisted.
She smiled again, a happy smile, and
II suppose I've been awake only a minute
or two,' she said.- "but so much has gone
through my mind. in that time! How long
have I been sick?a 2
Don't let that distress you. You are go
ing to get WELL" -
Yves; know am 1 feel it. and-I am
very glad. wouldn't have supposed l
could feel glad again.
DIR. Williams remembered that he was
the physician and bent his head, not trust
ing the man to speak. but his whole being
thrilled with joy that would have found
words a sorry vehicle. He would have
liked to sing, but, to keep strictly within
the bounds Of truth, the Doctors singing,
while it might have been highly satisfac-
tory to himself would have seemed sorrier
than words to listeners.
''Of course" continued Amelia, when I
awoke 1 couldn't think at first what had
happened. but saw that was in my own
room. 1 remembered leaving it intending
never to return. Then 1 was conscious
that had been here for it seemed long,
long time, and I thought, somehow, that
you had been here, too. So l wasn't sur
prised exactly when saw you-though-"
She paused moment and added with an
effort: Though it seemed very natural,
and 1 was happy"
"You mustn't talk any more now, dear"
whispered the doctor. hardly able to form
his words. Remember, 1 am your physi-
cian and 1 must see to it that you do not
overdo."
How good You are! But I wanted you
to understand that when I said 1 felt
+ T In fv,rif
derstand how I could feel any way but
hopelessly melancholy. And yet it Is SO
natural, too!'
She sighed lightly and closed her eyes.
The doctor released her hand at last and
stood up. The realization of his surprising
interest in this patient was now full upon
him. He had fought off the truth during
her long hours of Inconsistencies and had
told himself that his watchfulness and
anxiety were dictated by impulses of COM
mon humanity mingled with resentful de-
termination to prevent Professor Drum
mond from accomplishing any further wick
edness. He had admitted to himself no
more than a longing, not altogether vague,
that he sternly tried to regard weak
ness and to suppress, and if Amelia
had awakened with her tortured mind still
directed to the unhappy past, with no out
look but misery and no thought of him,
perhaps he would have suppressed it. Some
men can measurably control their affec-
tons. but if the doctor was one of them
Amelas awakening dissipated all thought
and desire of banishing from his life that
which was sweetest.
The physician. standing by the bed and
gazing down at his patient, still! feared to
excite her in this incipient convalescence;
the man bent over and pressed his lips
upon her brow. The faint flush returned
to her cheeks. the lips parted in a happy
smile. but the eyes remained closed. 1t
might have been too much just then for her
to bear the sight OF a loving face, but not
even the methodical physician could fear
that the expression of love would prove to
be too strong tonic.
she is much better. mother" said the
doctor quietly. his mother re-entered the
room, ''she will get WELL
Professor Drummond was vastly disturb
ed by the scorn his daughter displayed as
she swept past him and went upstairs.
Into his heart there came something like
a "Reminiscences of human tenderness, and he
remembered that Louise had substantially
admitted to him that she loved Philbrick.
Intent upon the fears of his own situation
he had rot contemplated the reality of
hopes, aspirations and emotions on the
part of his daughter. He felt dimly and re-
sentfully that there were other persons in
the world besides himself other interests
than his own and his selfishness rebelled
while his distorted perceptions began to
spiration was on his brow, indicative of the
agony in his mind
He STROBE up and down the broad hall
several minutes trying to get his thoughts
In order, and at last went to his shop" and
locked himself in, He did not busy himself
with mechanical appliances, but took sew
erai bottles from a closet and began to mix
the contents OF some of them in a mortar.
Go be continued tomorrow