Smyrna times., 1901-06-12

transferred into the veins of the dying
man was so much towards atonement.
Yet DIR. Hall doubted if the trues
atonement would rot have been a
frank confession of wrong-only there
there was no accounting for the intr u
sion of this woman's shame.
81 don't think he would misunder-
stand her, though" said the Doctor,
when it was all over, and Dorothy had
been carefully conveyed home. He |
was watching his patient, for whom in
cessant care was more than ever neces- |
sary; and his eyes rested tenderly on
the face whose beauty mortal sick
uess had marred, but etheralized.
II must see the child tomorrow.
I have promised to tell her myself how
he goes on"
'Still living" was the report TO
Dorothy the next day; and he went
back to Devereux, at whose side he al
most lived. The woman, healthy, Wig
orous, recOved rapidly; the man, who,
besides anguish of soul, had endured
enough cold and famine to shatter q
less fine constitution, struggled pain
fully with death, though he did not
care for life. For two days, hour by
hour, the fight went on; and Dorothy
passed those terrible hours in frantic
prayers. Then life conquered.
II
but after all, she has done him a
cruel Kindness" thought the physi-
clan, "What has life to give? i'll
had not passed my sacred word I
would tell him that she has saved
him"
$50 we are not going to loose you,"
he said, cheerfully, coming to the
young mans beside one morning; {"
though you have not had as good
night as 1 had hoped"
Devereux's only answer to this pro-
mise of life was to look up in the kind
face with eyes full of pain.
"Don't you care to live?" said the
Doctor, huskily. 'You are young
You have friends-position- wealth"
Devereux silently turned his eyes
away. They wandered over the room
as if they sought something. An old
feeling crept into the Doctors heart
"What is it you want-or is it that
miss something?" he said.
Nothing" Devereux murmured
but constantly the Doctor detected
that searching, wistful glance. The
young man grew stronger in spite OF
apathy-the physical need of life trium-
phed; and one day he began to ask
questions: What had he talked about
when he was delirious? Who had
been with him-only the Doctor and
/ henurse?
''No one else, and we don't notice
, sick peoples chatter" said DIR. Hall
r smiling.
s 'I thought there was some one els'
' said Devereux, with sigh; "perhap
S it was dream"
t 81 dare say. Who did you dream
( off"
$ 81 don't know when it was-I've go
i so confused about time. I didn't Sc,
d her-I thought she was in the room
Did you let ber come? She might if
e were dying"
A The Doctor, startled, did not immeC
lately answer, and Devereux went o
r softly to himself: "She was here
If felt her. I don't think it was dream
e Doctor" lifting himself, and lookin
-e eager, "you don't answer me-did sh
Gomez"
Y, "Hush!" sad the Doctor, sootl
is ingly.
IS eyes; she was here-Dorothy eli
IL ford.
re ''I knew it; I knew it,, Deverer
s. whispered, trembling like a chill
f. "Did she come to say good-bye?"
"Devereux," said the Doctor,
n, made her promise, and I dare n
lg break it; cannot answer you; p
IS; that question to her.
"She will not come" Devereux sal
be hopelessly.
is "She will know the whole stor
to never mind how. / will send for he
We you shall ask her that question. "
gs are puzzled. Well, sleep now if yc
d? can; 1 will wake you when 1 bril-
av her."
Devereux, too weak for anythil
ID; but mute wonder, obeyed. The d.
an tor left the house and drove rapidly
lat Dorothy Clifford She thought
nat had come to give his daily report, a
Ter waited, pale and silently, till it can
he It was just so silently she had heard
ric the reprieve from death.
yht "He goes on slowly, but well, 81
nd DIR. Hall. SCI have come to fetch J
of to him.
ed. 'I?". she started back, Grim s.
,irl quivering. "Impossiblel You hi
,rs. not told him?"
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