Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1895-02-04

young woman it is cruel, atrocious, in
human
She hastily brushed away the moist
IRE from her eyes as she remarked:
Those are the only words of sympathy
have heard in my three years prac-
tice."
.'Oh, Helen" he cried, passionately,
grasping her hand as she rose from the
table, ''if it had not been for my folly
with Annie Grice, might have saved
you from all this social torture"
ut was not yonr folly, DIR. Lance
wood" she said, turning away.
"Oh! yes it was, Helen
''No, tit was mine. Annie after
wards told me she had deliberately
angled for you-but-but-I was too
proud to apologize for the wrong l
had done ycu-I-I-do so now" with
an effort to suppress the tremor in her
voice.
Encouraged by her wavering manner
he drew her firmly towards him, and
said:
Let us forget that, Helen-my dar-
ling.''
There was a moments resistance,
swift upward glance from her moist
eyes, u half-smothered sob, gasp;
then what had been the naughty fe-
male physician melted into the confid-
ing, tremulous woman, with her head
pressed against his heart.
ooh! Helen, Helen! What precious
years of your sweet companionship
have lost" he cried, at length releasing
her.
Eyes, and of yours, Gerald. And to
think if it had not been for this con-
sultation-"
st might have been forever, dar-
ling. l shall always bless the day /
was summoned here"
"And l. Oh. Gerald" she exclaimed,
CHANGING in the mirror; 81 fear my tear
stained eyes will betray us, when we
report to Maj. Passmore."
"Oh! no, Helen; you can put on your
veil, and remain in the shade, and leave
me to conduct the matter"
Every well. Ring the bell, and let
us get it over"
CHAPTER III.-MAJ- PAssMoRE DIssENTs.
When Aunt Ruth and Maj. Passmore
came into the room DR.. Lancewood, in
his grave, professional manner, said:
"After a long and serious considera-
ton of your niece's case, have to re-
port on behalf of DIR. Glade and myself,
there is nothing to be done, SO far as
we can aid her."
You don't mean to say" gasped Maj.
Passmore, ''her case is hopeless?
well yes-and no."
mo and yes. What do you mean?
Has her case been neglected?"
Eyes. 1t hasgo beyond our control"
81 feared so! l thought Mss Glade
did not comprehend it."
''Ha! There you wrong her. DR.. Glade
understood the case much better than
i did--than l ever should"
s'Then why did she not tell Us sooner
this is criminal negligence-I shall
hold her responsible!' flashing a look
of contempt at Helen.
pardon me, Maj. Passmore. DR..
Glade has done all that could be done"
But if the case is hopeless"
I'm our hands it is. But there is hope
in another direction. In word, Miss
Constance is suffering from peculiar
| affection of the heart"
| "Oh, it's not the lungs, then?"
mo. Now we recommend you to
! place her under the care of DR.. Plyne."
"Plyne, Plyne, DR.. Plyne-who is he?
The name seems familiar"
"A heart specialist, associated with
/ DIR. Wrench here"
Maj. Passmore looked searchingly
| from DIR. Lancewood to Helen.
rs this DR.. Plyne recent graduate?'
/ he asked.
HE is, and as matter of fact, be-
lieve, relation of yours"
''Oh, see, l see," cried Maj. Pass
more, his face assuming a vermillion
hue. Hum. And you, DR.. Lancewood,
4 lend yourself to this feminine con-
1 spiracy?''
''Oh, Roger, don't say that" cried
Aunt Ruth, timorously.
Hold your tongue, Ruth.' fiercely.
t Il lend myself to nothing of the kind
/ it is my conviction" Then DIR.
Lancewood rapidly gave his reasons.
] When he had concluded, Maj. Passmore
said:
II shall do nothing OF the kind. I'll
not have him in the house"
Every well, said Helen rising, 'then
relinquish the case"
Il am glad you do. Lancewood,
you'll manage it better alone"
| Il shall have nothing further to do
with it, sir. agree with DIR. Glade.
We have given you our opinion; if you
follow your own, you must be respon-
sible for the consequences. Good-day,
sir; good-day, Miss Passmore." And
with dignifed urbanity, Dr. Lancewood
followed Helen into the hall.
Maj. .Passmore was beside himself
with uncomfortable rage.
"Lancewood." he exclaimed from the
door, .'that girls bewitched you; she's
leading you by the nose-you've lost
your wits-you'n regret this, mark my
words
Mai Passmore," said DIR. Lance
wood, with exasperating GOODNESS. 81
am sorry to see You have permitted your