The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1902-08-13

did not press me to talk, but sought to
encourage me by saying that things
would soon come right
l do not believe that man standing
defenseless before crouching ion
feels the terror | nd when | found
that had been wiped out of existence.
For want of name they called me
mo. Ii" In the hospital, and | never
heard it without n gasp and shudder.
In way the old suit of clothes and
empty pockets suggested that | was a
poor man, yet when they came to see
that was one who had bathed daily
and had taken proper care OF my nails
and teeth they were puzzled. My
speech proved me to be English, but
that was no great point gained. There
are hundreds of Englishmen to be met
in Paris, and how were they to hunt
out my record without n name and
with very bad personal description?
1t was two weeks before | was we'll
enough to leave the hospital, and then
came the question OF where | should
go and what | should do. l was penni-
less and among strangers. Influenced
somewhat by sympathy, no doubt, but
more by professional interest, the head
surgeon took me to his own home to
see IL time or accident would not bring
back my memory. |. who had an in
come of $1,000 per year, a valet ut my
rooms In London and was looked upon
rs n gentleman of leisure, became the
doctors IMAM" | BACKED his shoes,
brushed his coat and hat. ran on er,
rands and bought meat and vegetables
for the family table. There was not
an hour of the day that was not
working my brain over the mystery,
but try as hard as | would could not
go back further than the hospital.
When l woke up there my life began
anew.
During the six months was with
the doctor various suggestions We're
made and followed took long walks
to see IL | could identify streets and
squares and buildings, and | mingled
with crowds In hopes that might see
a face | could recall. A map Of Lon
don was shown me, and the doctor
called off the names of hundreds of
streets. 1t was all In vain, however.
The book was closed, and l couldn't
open It, There would come moments
when could almost grasp the past,
but as my heart began to thump and
my brain to whirl. memory would slip
away again.
At the end Of six months and while
we seemed as far from the solution
as ever | started out one morning to
get pair of the doctors boots re
paired Just as | was turning Into
small street to visit cobbler, l came
face to face with member of my
London Cuba man with whom | was
we'll acquainted My whiskers and
eyebrows had grown again and
looked like my old self. He at once
put out his hand and saluted.
why, old boy, you've been dead for
months and months, and yet | find you
In Paris very much aliver
looked at the man In open mouthed
establishment for Il minute and then
went down In heap. | was taken to
his hotel instead OF II hospital, and
after time was restored to conscious
ness, and the very first words | ut
tered were shout:
Write Ii down write 1t down! My
name Is Joseph Kiddy, bachelor, Of
London."
Everything came back 10 me with Il
rush. aud for time | was so excited
that acted like lunatic At home |
was supposed to be dead, and my law
yers had searched In vain for traces of
me. As got out, Paris looked as of
old to me. Every little incident came
back. and the French doctor who had
been SO kind to me was one Of the
heartiest In his congratulations. |
sought the aid Of the police to hunt
down Graham and his friend, but moth
Ing ever came of It. They had moved
Oh to find other victims.