Bryan morning eagle. [volume] (Bryan, Tex.) 1898-1909, 1901-12-26

,,rter and the confdant-
The shadow that had fallen over the
hospital when his fatal illness was
announced was momentarily lifted.
There was unusual sctiyity In the
halls. An attendant bad driven Dr.
Blanks horse to the entrance almost
NJ n gallon. A tall man with coal black
hair and piercing black eyes jumped
out and FASTENED into the building. A
nurse was waiting 10 show him 20 the
patients side.
Just outside the door Of Old kene-
saws room Dr. Blank met the new ar
rival. John Wilbcrt Ainsley, the cele-
bratcd hypnotist. There was a hasty
conversation In whispers. n brief his
tory OF the life OF the patient. and Pro-
fessor Alnsley knew what was expect
ed OF him. I'VE must hurry" said DIR.
Blank. "and. for Gods sake. Ainsley.
don't fail"
The hypnotist nodded his head. and
the two men nolselessly entered the
room. The great specialist recognized
In this n supreme test 81 his skill and
resolved that his brilliant record should
not suffer. lie stepped brlskly TO the
bedside and took the wrlnkled hand OF
the patient In his own. Then. without
n word. he gazed fixedly into the eyes
of the dying man.
The veteran. half unconscious by
reason OF the terrible pain he was suf-
fering. at first paid no heed TO the pow
erful figure bending over him. For "A
few moments he groaned and tossed
about. but slowly. surely. the stronger
one was gaining the mastery.
Old Kcnesaw now glanced into the
penetrating eyes aud turned away. hut
again he looked and again. lie seem
ed powerless 10 look elsewhere. Grad
ually the moaning ceased; he became
less frantic. Presently the body was
motlonless. The thin lips moved, but
no sound came from them. Only his
rapid. labored breathing could be
heard.
Thus far the hypnotlst had said
nothing. His dominating mind and in
tent gaze alone had sllenccd the cries
OF pain. quleted the tortured body and
made the mind OF his subject insensi-
BILE TO the terrific process that was fast
bringing his life TO an end. But he
was going further. Selling both the
patients hands In his own. he shouted:
Here comrade. comradel Wake upl
Come. come; II will never do TO lie
therel Come on. or the ambulance
corps win be picking you upl The bul-
let stunned you. old man. Come on!
They need us nc the front. Don't you
hear the cannon booming and the rifles
cracking? Kenesawl Kenesaw! Ken
esaw! Hooray, we've got 'em on the
rum
The Illusion had gone home. As the
dying veteran listened 10 these startling
words he drew himself up to a sit
ting posture and passed his wrinkled
old hands over his glazing eyes as II
TO remove something that was obscuF-
ing his vision. Great beads OF perspi-
ration stood out upon his pale face. and
an unearthly fire came into his eyes.
The lips that had failed few minutes
before now found utterance:
Hist! Is that you. Cottrell. old
pardl Give me your hand! Thought l
had lost you In that last charge. No.
no; II don't hurt now; Jest a scratch.
Where's our company? Surel That's
our guidon half way up the mountain.
Hooray! Give II 10 'em, boys! Come
on, Cot; give me your hand. old pard.
II seems IA bit smoky. but come on;
we've got 'em on the run. Hooray!
Hooray! Hoorayw
As the final shout OF triumph came
from his lips he sank back upon the
pillow, and the sweet smile lingering
on the furrowed old face told that he
had died happy. Old Kenesaw had
fought his last battle.-Chicago Rec
ord Herald.