Arizona republican., 1901-06-06

ceal, forced him to this conclusion: Something" was wrong.
 Until these last few weeks Lfntons |'wife had managed her household with the care and wisdom of chatelaine of mediaeval time. Each day was planned for certain duties in house or village She had theories as to the management and education of the village children, and this work occupied much of her time. She was the antithesis of her husband. He was a weaver of dream stores; she that type who have ideas of the emancipation of woman and who l believe the problem could be solved by training the minds of the next gener- ation of mothers. Linton was not in- terested in these questions, but he would smile indu1gently at his wife as she talked of the equality of mind of the sexes and the public part in the worlds history which would be played by the women of the future. There was no talk of this kind now. The household management fell into the hands of servants. Night and day his wife watched Linton. He would awaken in the night to find her face close to his own, her eyes burning with feverish anxiety.
 What is 1t. Grace?" he would cry. "Have I said anything? What Is the reason you watch me fin this fashion. dear?"
 And she would sob, Jack. you are i'll, dear. you are i'll. We must go to town, we must indeed"
 Then he would soothe her with fond words and promise that he would go to London.
 This present journey was the out come of those weeks of watching and fear in Lintons wife's mind. | | Llnton's wife was trembling violently az he helped her down from the cab in front of Dr. Redmonds door. They had made an appointment, so that they were sure of little delay before the DOT l tentous interview.
 A small page fin blue livery opened the door and ushered them into a wait ing room. Mrs. Linton dropped heavily into a chair looking in a frightened manner from side to sdde and biting her under lip nervously. She was moaning half under her breath, "Oh, Jack. you are i'll, you are ill!" A short stout man. with clean shaven face and scanty black hair entered the room. His nose was huge and mis- shapen. Overhanging black brows tried In vain to shadow the piercing dark eyes that darted questioning looks at every one, seeming to search for hid den thoughts as a fiashlight from the coming tower of q ship searches for the enemy in time of war.
 He advanced toward Mrs Linton with outstretched hand Mrs. Lin ton?" he said. "Ah."
 She almost jumped from her chair as he came near her crying: "Oh, doc tor, my husband is i'll, very i'll. very in!"
 Again Dr Redmond, with eyes fixed upon her face. calculated, "Ahn Turn ing to Linton, he said: Please wait here, Squire. I will first talk to your Wife. Will you step into my study, madame?" he asked Mrs Linton, bow Ing courteously.
 Linton's wife almost rap into the room toward which the doctor pointed.
 Linton waited. He moved softly about the room, looking at the photo graphs of Greek ruins which adorned the walls. He stopped finally before a large picture of the gate of Hadrlan. He travelled once more into his dream country. His fancy painted in the fig ures of men and women who had passed through that gate. He had for gotten hic fear of the plotting out of thls mind that could conjure these glowing colors. He had forgotten him. self.
 From this dream he was recalled to the present by hand being placed gently upon his arm. He half turned and saw the doctor regarding him with sympathetic eyes.
 Come, my dear sir, come into my study" said the doctor. "I have asked your wife to await us here" Linton then turned fully toward the center of the room and found that his wife was seated quietly by a table. Dr. Red mond bowed low to Mrs. Linton as he passed her, and Linton waved his hand smiled and said: "Only a mome ent dear" She did not reply. The door closed behind them
 Be seated, my dear rir," said the doctor, drawing forward a chair. be seated. l want to say something to you, but you must drink tha first" He handed Linton small glass of brandy
 Linton sat down. took the glass me chemically and gulped the brandy in one great swallow. The doctor stood by the mantel and began slowly: "I reJoice to say to you, dear sir, that nave never met a man more sound . mentally than yourself" Linton half started from his chair. "Stop!" said the doctor. "I have not yet finished, but it is my painful duty to tell you the truth-it is your wife who iS 1,noJi''