Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1902-07-03

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tress. She don't say much, but Miss
Christiania's death is a great shock to
her. She ordered the bell to be tolled.
tried to stop it."
Walker murmured, vaguely, some
thing doubtless representing sympathy.
"And my other patient, Williams"
he asked. How Is he getting along?
Really, you ought to keep those dogs
under better control. It's a dreadful
business, altogether. Fancy a man OF
Mr.. Henson's high character and gen.
tie disposition being attacked by a saw
age dog In the very house,! / hope the
hound is securely kennelled?"
"Well, ne isn't. SIR Williams said,
with just the CLINT of a grin on his dry
features. And It wasn't altogether
Rollo's fault. The dog was so devoted
to Miss Christiana as you never see.
And he got to know as the poor lady
was dying. So he creeps into the house
and lies before her bed room door, and
when Mr.. Henson comes along the dog
takes 1t in his cad as he wants TO go In
there. And now Rollo's got inside, and
nobody except Miss Enid dare go near.
I pity that there undertaken when he
comes.
Walker shuddered slightly. Longdean
Grange was a fearful place for the
nerves. Nothing of the routine OF the
decorous ever happened there. The fees
were high and the remuneration prompt
-or Walker would have handed over
his patient cheerfully to somebody else.
Not for O. moment did he imagine that
Williams was laughing at him. Well,
L. - IT, "a, x-ffAA NC a
comfort. With a perfectly easy con-
science, he could give a certificate OF
death. And If only somebody would stop
that hideous belli Someone was sing
Ing quietly in the drawing room, and
the music seemed to be strangely BIZ
zarre and out of place.
Inside Ii seemed like a veritable house
of the dead--the shadow of tragedy
doomed everywhere. The dust rose in
! clouds from the floor as the servants
passed to and fro. They were all clad
in black and shufled uneasily, as II
conscious that their clothes did not be-
long to them. Enid came into h hall to
meet the doctor. Her face seemed ter
ribly white and drawn; there was
something In her eyes that suggested
anxiety more than grief.
- SupDOSe YOU lidNt tOIilO PA'iNiPoHJ
TO see Mr.. Henson?' she said. But my
sister,
"No occasion TO intrude. upon your
grief for a moment. Miss Henson DR..
Walker said, quietly. "As I have told
you before, there was very little hope Ct
your sister from the first. It was a
melancholy satisfaction to ind my dag
nosis confirmed I'm every detail by so
s4.on - -. n ,thnrffxy oC Tr HofhnrIY
Bell. I will give you a certificate, with
pleasure, at once"
"You would like to see my sister,"
Enid suggested.
The auivering anxiety was in her
eyes again. the strained look In her face.
Walker was discreetly silent as to what
he had heard about the bloodhound, but
he had by no means forgotten II.
"Not the least occasion. I assure you"
he said. fervently. "Your sister had
practically passed away when ! last
saw her. There are times WIENER
you see--but. really, there is no neces-
sity.'
"Mr. Henson Is terribly fastid ious
about these things"
Then ne shall be satisfied. I shall tell
rim that I have-er--seen the body.
4 ana Il nave, you hlOW. LII liCSc hAl
ters a medical man can not be too care
full. If you viii provide me with pen
and INK"
Thank you very much. VIII o
come this way, please?"
Walker followed into the drawing
room. Mrs. Henson. wearing something
faded and dishevelled in the way OF a
mourning dress. was grooming some
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streamins loosely over her shoulders;
there was a vacant stare in her eyes.
The intruders might have been statues
for all the heed h took OF them. Pres
| emily the discordant music ceased and
| down the room.
Another one gone she murmured:
"the best-beioved. It is always the
b~est-beloved that dies, and the one we
hate that is left. Take all those coaches
away n send the guests back home.
why dc they come chattering and feast
ing here7 She shall be drawn by four
black horses to churchfield In the dead
OF night, and there laid In the family
/ vault"
Mrs. Henson's residence" Enid ex-
planned. in a whisper, sis some fifteen
miles away. She has made up her mind
that my sister shall be taken away, as
h says-to-morrow night. Is this pa
per all that is necessary for the-you
understand? I have telephoned to the
undertaken in Brighton"
Walker FASTENED to assure her that
what little further formality was re-
guired he would see to himself. All he
desired now was to visit Henson and
get out Of the house as soon as possible.
AS he hurried from the drawing room
he heard Mrs. Henson grooming and
muttering, he saw the vacant glare in
her eyes, and vaguely wondered how
soon he would have another patient
here.
Reginald Henson sat propped up in
his bed, white and exhausted. Beyond
doubt he had had a terrible shock and
fright. and he roop OF his eyelids told
of shattered nerves. There was a thick,
white bandage around his throat, his
left shoulder was strapped tightly. He
spoke with difficulty.
"Do we feel any better his morning? '
Walker asked. ch~eerfuily.
mo. we don't" said Henson, with q
total absence OF his usual graciousness
Of manner I'VE feel c~onfoundedly