The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1900-12-20
CHAPTER v.-(Continued.)
The sick man turned a startled loo

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The sick man turned startled look
on her.
What do you mean, little one? Tell
me, Jasmine. Have you any reason
for saying this?"
None" she answered, gently patting
his thin hand, "but that kind Of in
:stinct which you once said to me, dad
.dy, all women have. l don't like him;
mistrust him. Is it not strange?
There are some people, now"-she
paused, and little soft color crept into
her cheeks-'that one feels could help
one. would never betray one, could
keep ones secrets as they would their
own"
yes said David Lloyd, "that is so.
There is that young lawyer, now
what is his name?-Enderby think
! could trust him. But you are wrong
about Lyndon, Jasmine; he is my
friend. Now it is time for my medi-
cine, is it not?"
Jasmine went away for it, and after
giving it to him, sat down by the fire.
There was soft light in her eyes,
kind Of tremulousness on her mouth,
as she looked into the Pickering flame.
OF what was she thinking? Who can
say? The thoughts of youth are long,
long thoughts.
But she did not forget her household
duties. She ran away presently to get
the early tea which her father liked
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she heard a faint cry, and running to
her fathers side she found him lying
back in his chair, a CHASTITY color like
that Of death overspreading his face,
his eyes open, but fixed and glazed, his
! lips apart, and a slight froth upon
them. His whole appearance was a
terrible one; but Jasmine had seen it
once before-the night on which she
had gone for Doctor Lyndon.
She looked for basin of warm wa
ter, and put his stiff hands into it, as
If with an idea that that would do him
on the door. She flew to it, and open
ed it to see Paul Enderby.
1t was Sunday, the day on which he
had promised to come.
ooh. Mr.. Enderby," she exclaimed,
father is terribly i'll! Will you come
in?"
He followed her, and was shocked
to see the terrible condition of her
father. Jasmine continued her opera
ttons, loosened the neckband of the
dressing gown, and chafed his hands
with her own trembling ones.
"Shall we lift him into bed, and /
shall run for the doctor?" said Ender-
by, in whisper.
Z "No, no-not Doctor Lyndon!" she
exclaimed, with sudden energy that
startled him. But, if you do not
mind helping me, we could lift him
into bed.''
Enderby, with great gentleness, did
so. Then he stood aside, wondering,
as he had often done before, why he
came always to be helper of this
man and his daughter; it was while
Jasmine hung over her. father, doing
what she could for him with such wo-
manly and almost motherly solicitude,
that Enderby saw in her now a wo-
man, not child.
Suddenly the dreadful look passed
from the sick mans face, and he be-
gan to talk in strange, rambling,
incohelen way.
Eyes, yes, Lyndon-just so, that's
what we must do. Keep it quiet, of
course. But he-what is his name?-
Sir John, Sir Matthew-no, no I've
forgotten!-h help me. He won't
see harm come to me. And then there's
Jasmine, my little one. Oh, whatever
happens she must be cared for and
looked after, and she must come to
me. See here, this is how we'll
WE'LL
His voice trembled away incoherent-
ly. Jasmine, her face very white, and
wide terror in her eyes, turned to End
erby. The young mans heart ached
at the agony in her appealing look.
"Has he ever been like this before?,
he asked in low voice.
"Only once" Jasmine whispered,
land that was the night I met you.
Oh. it is terrible!"
What can we do? You don't wish
for Lyndon. Shall get another doc
tor?" Enderby asked.
"No; he would be so put about over
1t when he became conscious" She
moved to the foot of the bed, for the
incoherent babblings were now lower,
and Enderby followed her. Suddenly
she looked up with terror in her face.
ut is awful to think it, she said,
whispering and he could see her lips
twitching nervously IL am
afraid OF Doctor Lyndon. I don't
trust him. CAN'T be--oh. dare not
sayit!"
Paul started violently, and he felt
his own pale face. Could there be any
thing. In the vague suspicion and mis-
trust Of this man? He felt he must
know what Jasmine thought; so much
depended upon it.. He laid his hand on
her arm. m
Miss Lloyd, will you trust me SUI
ficiently to tell me what you mean?
{ You have some reason to dislike, to
distrust Doctor Lyndon?.. As I told
you,. know hin--a little. Perhaps
4 might. be able to help you If I knew
what you fear.'
So Jasmine stole to her fathers side.
He was asleep. She came back to En-
\ derby, and made a motion to him to