The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1901-01-05

cried Fannie. to whom . swoon Was
suggestive Of imme diate dissolution.
Oh. sybil, Ssybil! darling sybil. do
speak to me once again! Oh, WYllis,
look how white she is! Will Herbert
never come back with the doctor?
Sybil--"
BE quiet, Miss Fannie low,
sibilant voice seemed to startle our he
roine from her momentary torpor, as
though it were the hiss OF a snake
do be quiet! is only faint. See,
she j seeming to nicely now. Take a
little of this brandy, 4 Miss Wrayr.,
Now you feel better, AMI s,1ne !"
Eyes. better much better!' gasped
Sybil. II am quite recovered now"
She passed her hand slowly over her
brow. What was it that frightened
me sop
I'm sure I don't know" answered
Fanny, hysterical between joy and
grief. "You were just going to speak
to papa, and fell right down, as If he
had struck you; and you frightened me
out Of my very wits, you precious,
precious darling!'' concluded the i'm
pulsive girl, emphasizing each adject-
i've with an embrace.
Eyes, assure you, my dear, it was
nothing but a swoon,' said the house
keeper, gently. ut was quite unneces-
sary to send for the DOCTOR
g. "Dear NE, Mrs. Wyllis! I don't be-
lieve that you would get excited if any
one were dying said Fannie, petu-
lantly. "Of course it was necessary to
send for a doctor, and am very hap
py to say here comes DR.. Bond now"
The doctor entered the room as she
spoke. He was a queer-looking little
man, with snow-white hair plated in
an old-fashioned que down his back
and he was arrayed in the primitive
style Of knee-breeches and shoe-buck-
les. He had lived for nearly forty
years in a Quaint little vine-wreathed
cottage about a quarter Of a mile from
the Towers, and although his practice
was comparatively small, his vigorous
pen had n ade him known far and wide
as q man Of deep thought and extend
ed culture.
He had brisk. caustic manner, that
caused him to be generally feared
rather than loved; but those who had
experienced his kindly aid in Sickness
Or felt his delicate sympathy in sorrow,
were proud to number the old doctor
among their nose cherished and val
ued friends.
He entered the pretty boudoir with
his usual quick step, but started and
paused suddenly at sight Of the white
ROBBED, golden-haired figure upon the
lounge
Good God!'' he muttered, with
lcngdrawn breath; "who is that?"
ooh, DOCTOR I'm so glad you have
conner said Fannie, springing to meet
him. II was so afraid you might be
cross and cranky this morning, and
send DR.. Reed in your place, and I
wanted YOU to see Sybil' yourself!'
"Sybil" repeated the doctor, his face
that had the ruddy hue of a winter
apple, paling vigorously. "Sybil" who
is it that. YOU call by that name,
child?'
'Why, this is sybil," said Fannie,
fondly stroking her friends beautiful
hair-"my dearest friend, Sybil Wraye;
and she has been real sick awfully
sick. want you to cure her, d..
Bond.''
"Sybil Wfaye?" repeated the old gen.
tlen2an, drawing near his patient with
a strange scftness in voice and man.
ner-"sybil Wraye? All, wen, nv dear,
what can the old doctor do for Sybil
Wraye?"
There was something so kind and
sorrow-stricken girl lifted her soft gray
IN Il; afnF
full eyes that were the windows Of
SYPHILIS hushed and hidden soul.
But ere she could speak, Mrs. Wyllis:
folding her mittens over and over one
another, in her feline fashion, softly
said :
"Miss Wraye was nervous and weak
this morning, and had come down
stairs against my advice. She had
overtaxed her strength, and the conse-
Quence was that she tainted from the
unnecessary exertion,"
"Ahv' said the doctor, laying a fin,
ger on SYPHILIS pulse, "overtaxed her
strength, eh?-overtaxed her strength.
Are YOU subject to these fainting fits,
my dear?"
"No.' was the low reply. ''This is
the first 1 ever had Il
"And you We're not frightened,
shocked. excited in any way?' 49,.
"Oh, good gracious no!' answered
Fannie, eagerly. ''Why, we were both
speaking, as quietly as possible, to
papa, when Sybil frightened me to
death by tumbling over right at my
feet"
"No-that u.s." Sybil hesitatedi 81
felt a little nervous at meeting MI.
Give; aLd-and-"
"Humph! yes" said DR.. Bond,
thcughtfully; "a little nervous--a little
nervous. Fevered pulse, flushed cheeks,
quick breathing. My dear child, you
must keep quiet, or you'll be very sick.
very sick, indeed. Give her this,
continued the old gentleman, scrib-
bling a prescription hastily on a torn
leaf Of his pocket-book. "Darken the
room and keep her quiet, or, Miss Fan
ME. your friend will be seriously sick,
indeed. I will step around this even
ing and see how She is. Meantime,
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS, quiet, quiet. No fuss,
no talk, no trouble. Fret and worry
kill half the world, and phys:c the 9TH
er half" muttered the doctor, as he
loft tho room 1-taThat doaS1,'ts ait11n,, It'll