Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1898-05-25

the collar. One after another tho mist
curtains rolled away little by little the
lost years came back. Thanks be to God,
there were no awful guilt spots upon this
risen self OF his In this his day Of Judgment.
He saw happy. sheltered childhood,
flowing into the enthusiasm Of youth, and
the steady purpose OF manhood. He saw
himself responding gladly to his country's
call, though Barbara and the baby chung
about him. Then the long list of battles
burned their way through his memory,
ending with Atlanta.
Some one opened tho door quietly and
came in.
Jim are you sick?" called Gwinnett
anxiously. The face that was raised to his
was so distorted by anguish that it was al
most the face of mailman.
Walton, Walton, l know who l am 1t
has all come back l am Francis Trum.
bull of New Haven. For Gods sake bring
my wife, quick!"
He rose to his feet, took one reelng
step. then fell his full length upon the
floor
Il don't like the looks of things Mt all. ;"
said the hotel doctor few hours latN
"We'll get a nurse here in the morning,
uiit L u INV to CO1lSuIu WIFI IL SPECIALIST
His fovers 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-
matically. It's easily accounted for. You
say your friend has been morbid and de.
pressed for a time. The excitement of the
parade, with all the subconscious mem
cries it induced, has been too much for
him. He has caught this childs name
the last stranger he met-and dressed it
up in personality. Depend upon IT,
that's all. If no persists in the morning
well, we'll have to prove to him he mis-
taken Hell sleep for some hours now
but III 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 We 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 YETI"
Walton hestated and looked helplessly
at the doctor
There, there my dear sir, it's all right
She'll come by and by
A little smile came round the corners of
the sick mans mouth. He must take the
reins himself.
"You think l am delirious doctor
7 to q. L., l. lob
you cannot NEEDLE. Walton, what time is
1t? They must have finished breakfast l
want you to go down stairs and find hat
boy s father. Tell him am his father,
Francis Trumbull, who WAS born In the
old house opposite the Green In 1888; that
am graduate of Yale, class of So; that
married Barbara Sherman in 1862 and
that went to the war in 1851 as captain
in the lnvincibles -
His voice was low and steady and car
ried conviction to one Of his hearers. $50
him alone and let him break it to-his
mother OAly"-here the excitement
which he had bravely kept in check broke
out in Ineasure-"only, for the sake of
heaven, DO quick"
Walton Gwinnett went down the stairs
in maze. While he was listening 1t 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 cleSa-
tor The boy rushed to him as he stood con
fused before thum At the sight of them
his tale seemed absurd Yet there was the
black dress OF the oldest woman, and he
must speak
Can see you moment alone, NJ
Trumbul.
The young man turned and faced him
and in one glance every doubt was stlled.
Out of all tie world this was Jim Smiths
son.
The Indies walked on, followed reluc
family by the boy
The men sat down in the seat by tho
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 Old? Oh, Gwinuett, do
you think she can love me stllE'
For answer Gwinuett 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 inH'-Independent.
at Is almost n miracle Rur1ock BLOOD Bitter-