The Press., 1898-05-26
Number 8.

Some one opened the door quietly and came in.
 "Jim, are you siok2" called Gwinnett anxiously. The face that was raised to his was so distorted by anguish that it was al most the face of a madman.
 "Walton, Walton, know who am It has all come back am Francis Trum. bull of New Haven. For Gods sake bring my wife, quiok!"
 He rose to his feet, took one reeling step, then fell his full length upon the floor.
 "I don't like the looks of things at all, !" said the hotel doctor few hours later. "We'H get nurse here in the morning, and I'd like to consult with specialist. His fever's high, and his heart not right. It's an unusual case, you see. y "You don't suppose there's any truth in what he says, ' faltered Gwinnett.
 Hardly" said the doctor dryIy. "Things don't come about in life so dra- matioally. It's easily accounted for. You say your friend has been morbid and de- pressed for time. The excitement of the parade, with all the suboonscious mem- ories it induced, has been too much for him. He has caught this child's name the last stranger he met-and dressed it up in a personality. Depend upon 1t, that's all. If he persists in the morning well, we'll have to prove to him he's mis- taken. He'll sleep for some hours now, but I'll be in before he wakes. J The city woke but the man slept on. Gwinnett was standing by the window with the doctor, listening to the directions, when there came a stir from the bed. How the glad light rushed to his eyes as he heard his name called, for he had feared that waking r.......
 "Heres the doctor, Jim. You've had one of your bad turns, but you've slept and are better .... ..s
 Jim Smith turned glad, sane eyes upon them. Then he said:
 "Yes, I'm better, Walt; but have you seen my wife yet?' Walton hesitated and looked helplessly at the doctor. ... ...
 "There, there, my dear sir, it's all right. She'll como by and by. !"
 A little smile came round the corners of the sick mans mouth. He must take the reins himself.
 You think 1 am delirious, doctor We'll, l am not. This is a matter in which you cannot meddle. Walton, what time is it? They must have finished breakfast I want you to go down stairs and find that boy S father. Tell him 1 am his father, Francis Trumbull, who was born in the old house opposite the Green in 1888; that am graduate of Yale, class of '5S; that l married Barbara sherman in 1S59 and that went to the war in 1861 as a captain in the Invincibles. D
 His voice was low and steady and car ried conviction to one Ct his hearers. "See him alone and let him break it to-his mother. Only''-here the excitement which he had bravely kept in check broke out in measure-"only, for the sake of heaven, be quickp'
 Walton Gwinnett went down the stairs in maze. While he was listening it had all seemed true, but now he doubted. As he reached the floor below he met the New Haven party just coming out of the eleva- tor. The boy rushed to him as he stood con. fused before them. At the sight of them his tale seemed absurd. Yet there was the black dress of the oldest woman, and he must speak.
 "Can l see you a moment alone, Mr. Trumbull?'
 The young man turned and faced him, and in one glance every doubt was stilled. Out of all the world this was Jim Smiths son.
 The ladies walked on, followed reluo. tantly by the boy.
 The men sat down in the seat by the elevator, and Gwinnett began his story.
 In half hour he was back in the sick room. The doctor sat beside his patient.
 ''She's coming, Jim, he said hoarsely. Doctor, it. true"
 The doctor went into the other room.
 'Do look very oldP Oh, Gwinnett, do you think she can love me stilly"
 For answer Gwinnett brushed the gray hair back from his forehead, and the hot tears fell on his face.
 "God bless you, old fellow Now go out and let her in n!''-Independent.