The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-08-09

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| ings, though it Is fifteen years since We
) metz, felt that II might be that God had
sent me deliVerance. ! know you will
not refuse 70 come to my aid. but for
God sake make all the haste in your
power, or the life that Is more to me
than all the world beside may have fed
ere you can save IL. Oh gave my wiset
and earn the eternal gratitude OF yours
ulstidcteu friends, or shall / say, ac-
qualhtahce, Godfrey Wilton
81 leaVe this note, as l fail to
find you at your hotel. NV house Is the
villa hubens. on the Rhine Promenade"
godfrey WiltonP' mechanically repeat
ed the physician. "Of course I remember
| mimi! And what figures, however in
| significant, that live in the shadowy past
OF the 'tJeunesse doree' period are ever
But the figure which Sir Darlington con-
/ lGred up out of the past was not sig
! nihcant There was a touch. Of the old
| PRIDE, which remembered TO have been
an attribute OF the young artist in the
/ now distant student days in the fact
| that he would not claim TO be more than
| an acquaintance Of his former compan-
ION, VINO had become baronet, and who
was in the zenith of his fame
As Sir Darlington made his way TO the
| VIVA Rubens there arose before him a
gently moving panorama of hospital life,
IN Wnlcn there appeared many a joy and
many folly shared in those happy-go-
| lucky days with this same Godfrey, who
| could not be so very young now.
"A RICH royal heart he had" medi-
lated the physician, as he remembered
scene IN which he had accused Wilton of
| being the anonymous friend who sent
dents.
Bah! do not spoil sport Godfrey had
said. An jokes are stale but sending
bank notes anonymously and making
people wear their brains out puzzIing
who the deuce could have sent them
| And when a fellow doesn't know what
with rrHfna 10 F1,, 4
| it, And he had laughted to scorn this
| picture OF himself as a philanthropist
/ which his friend had drawn. And ali
/ that time-this Sir Darlington had found
out later-the young fellow was depriving
| himself of real necessities in order to
| help those ne believed to be worse off
than himself Remembering this. how
| devoutly the physician hoped he might
be enabled 10 help his friend in his ex-
l tremity.
His hand was upon the bell-handle at the
Villa Rubens. A few moments later the
| picture of the tall, erect young artist
/ with dark hair and merry eyes, must give
| place to possibly a bent, anxious figure
/ a slow and measured tread, a counte-
nance out OF which the sunshine OF hopes
/ and beliefs had died. Fifteen years"
| thought the doctor, makes such a differ
/ encep
Presently Sir Darlington found himself
| In sweet-scented salon, so charming in
| all particulars, as to suggest not merely
| the artistic tastes of the master, put
| the sweet Womanliness of the mistress
| The mistressi Could this be she? And
| Sir Darlington stood transiXed before a
/ three-quarter portrait, which stood upon
| an easel. The face which looked out
| from the canvas was inexpressibly lovely
| in its grave tenderness. But the eyes had
| a sad appeal in them. Where had he
| seen eyes that had looked with just that
| expression of mute, patient appeal?
A moment more, and the spell was brok-
en- by the entrance of Godfrey Wilton.
The two men grasped each others hands
| in silence, and their eyes met in look
| which said on one side, Il look to YOU
for help" and on the other, ''You shall
| not look in vain"
Presently the physician said, what is
MY wife" And Godfrey made a pa
| thetic despairing gesture with his hand
| toward the picture on the easel. She is
| passing away from me, because these
| doctors here are too deep in the inves-
| tigation of a single germ of single dis
ease to bring their minds to bear upon
| her case They all agree that she is dy-
/ ing, but none of them can give a name
to her complaint. Oh Cullen, you can
never think with what awaken hope
! heard that you were here at Coblenz,
Sir Darlington here interrupted his friend
to put some professional questions.
81 beg of you, Cullen broke out the ar
list do not speak of symptoms. These
doctors worry my life out about them-or
rather their absence. They say there can
iOL De disease WITHOUT symptoms. 1 Ct
they do not deny that she is dying-good
Cod dying after l secured the earth to
ind her, to win herl And all her cry Is.
If my brother were alive he could save
me. He would not let me die now that at
last l can be so happyr
HAS Mrs. Wilton had any shock?" Sir
Darlington next asked.
What else has she had?" cried the hus-
band. Poor girl! Her life began in trag-
edy her mothers DEATH and at two years
had been the child of their old age. She had
then left to her only one natural guard
ian, her brother. a young medical man.
She had certainly one faithful friend IN
her age bonnie Anna. At seventeen she was
deprived of both these. Her brother found
his death in his studies. When just on the
borders of a great discovery he succumbed
to the fever the virus of which he was in
vestigating."
The physician at this point was about to
interrupt with pathological question, but
this companion silenced him with little
impatient gesture.
you must hear me out, Cullen, because
what l am telling you bears upon my
wife's case. She must be treated psycholo-
gically as well as physically All! the medi-
cine-man OF the dark ages mas been eNo-
luting ever since, and will only attain his
real eminence when he treats at oNce the
moral and the physical-when he is mas
ter of that mystic chemical compound,
mind and body and their reactions one up
on the other. Well, after Jose's death
Jose was the name of my wife's broth
err she was left almost penniless, for my
poor Aimee's parents had spent their all
on their talented son, whose researches
would have yielded a rich enough harvest
had not death cut them short"
THE faithful old "bonne" Anna then
resolved to take her young mistress, who
had been left without a guardian, to her
own married brothers, man sufficiently
well-to-do, living in Normandy; but the
aged nurse died upon the journey, and
my poor Aimee had to pursue her way
alone Fortunately Annals discretion had
clothed my beautiful darling in a peas
ants dress, for her better protection"
Here Sir Darlington turned with sud-
den abruptness, and stared at the por-
trait on the easel, and the azure and lace
of the evening gown gave place, like a
Transformation scene, to the russell garb
of the Normandy peasant. Yes! he
could no longer doubt tit was she
whom he had seen under the crucifx; it
was she who had sung that song which
had so strangely moved him.
Let me see your wife Immediately"
was all he said, as he turned from the
portrait.
CHAPTER H.
Godfrey Wilton led the way to his wife's
chamber which was almost a bower.
Nothing but infinite love, and the lover
fad cfai