The Press., 1898-05-26
Number 8.
Some one opened the door quietly and

Some one opened the door quietly and came in.
 "Jim, are you siokP" called Gwinnett anxiously. The face that was raised to his was so distorted by anguish that it was all most the face of lnadman.
 "Walton, Walton, know who aml It has all come backl I am Francis Trum. bull of New Haven. For Gods sake bring my wife, quickl''
 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 a few hours later. "We'll get nurse here in the morning, and I'd like to consult with specialist His fever's high, and his hearts not right It's an unusual case, you see.''
 "You don't suppose there's any truth in what he says," faltered Gwinnett. Hardly" said the doctor dryly. "Things don't come about in life SO dra- natically. 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 subconscious 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 we'll, 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.'' 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.
 | Here's the doctor, Jim. You've had one of your bad turns, but you've slept and are better.''
 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. Shell como by and by." | A little smile came round the corners oi | the sick mans mouth. He must take the | reinS himself
 You think I am delirious, doctor. | We'll, l am not. This is matter in which you cannot meddle. Walton, what time is it? They must have finished breakfast. want you to go down stairs and find that l boy s father Tell him I am his father | Francis Trumbull, who was born in the old house opposite the Green in 1888; that I am graduate of Yale, class of '5S; that I married Barbara Sherman in 1859, and l that 1 went to the war in 1861 as captain | in the 1nvincibles.
 His voice was low and steady and car | ried conviction to one Ct his hearers. "See him alone and let him break it to-hiE mother. Only'-here the excitement which he had bravely kept in check broke out in a measure-"only, for the sake o heaven, be quick!'
 Walton Gwinnett went down the stairi in maze. While he was listening it haC all seemed true, but now he doubted. Al 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 then his tale seemed absurd. Yet there was tn black dress of the oldest woman, and b. must speak.
 "Can I see you a moment alone, MT Trumbull?''
 The young man turned and faced him and in one glance every doubt was stilled Out of all the world this was Jim Smith son. ss-l. -
 The ladies walked on, followed reluc tantly by the boy.
 The men sat down in the seat by tn 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's true. ."
 The doctor went into the other room.
 "Do look very old? Oh, Gwinnett, d. you think she can love me stillY''
 For answer Gwinnett brushed the gra, hair back from his forehead, and the ho tears fell on his face. "God bless you, old fellow! Now go ou ; and let her in!''-Independent.