The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1895-01-19

upon her and had visited her miserable
abode. He had given her costly medi.
cine and shown her strange instru-
ments, and she had recovered. This
was the only man who could be of
any benefit to her little master. But
could he be induced to come? All
Ho had neither money o jewels, and
as for herself, her sole possessions were
the clothes she wore and another suit
which hung near her bedside.
Would he come? He must come!
She would bring him! She did not
know how she could do it, but inspired
by love she felt that If she could but
see him and talk to him q moment he
would come to the house and bring
with him that which would make the
child strong and well once more.
1t had become dark by this time and
the clouds had become heavier and
heavier. Grasping her old walking
stick she started out in the night in
search of the English surgeon.
The sick child had grown heavier as
the hours rolled by. All Flo had fallen
into a doze, seeing nothing but the
baby's face in her arms. Of a sudden
she started, looked at the child and
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feeble pulse no longer seemed to beat
and the hands were turning cold. Then
she remembered it was the night Of
the Wandering Spirits, and fell upon
her knees with her face toward the
little Buddhist altar in the corner Of the
room. She began her prayer as she
had been taught when a little girl by
her mother, but the words sounded fiat
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burst into a frenzied appeal to Buddha
and all the good spirits, her voice brok-
en- with sobs, and her eyes blinded with
tears. AS she prayed, the wind, which
had increased in volume as the evening
wor Oh, seemed to change into a con.
fused mass of sounds and the sounds
to separate into voices. Some were
whispers, whose accents fell upon her
wild walls as Of people dying in some
dreadful catastrophe; others again were
songs of ineffable sweetness, while still
others were like the notes Of birds.
The sounds were deepened and varied;
the prattling Of children, the noise of
boys at play, the hubbub Of the mar
ket place, the chant of the singer, the
call Of the soldier, the shout of the
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arate and apart. Then the air grew
lighter and began to break into shad-
owy faces and forms. Some she half
recognized and some were utter strang-
ers, some smiled upon her in love and
others glared with the fierce eyes Of a
tiger, but as she prayed the d%iscordant
sounds died away and the ugly looks
and cruel faces dimmed and vanished.
She was surrounded by thousands of
spirits who loved her and her baby
and who seemed to be bearing them up
and away into the heavens toward the
stars. Then there came a great light,
like the sun rising over the mountains
Of Annoy, and the walls vanished and
she became unconscious.
1t was about l o'clock in the morning
when DIR. Hugh McDowgle buttoned up
his coat and said good-by to Cassius
Blank, one of the tea kings Of the
East. Mr.. Blank was a charming gen
tleman, who, by careful cultivation Of
Old B%ergundy, Comet ports and match
less sherries, had succeeded in getting
his system into that simple condition
which Is best described as being bound