The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1902-12-19
EVIHEN MARJORIE
E " REMEMBERED
A By Annie Hamilton DOnneIl
Copyright, 1909, by the
S. S. Mcclure Company

AVA fitted his nnger tips TO-
gether with careful preci-
sion before he continued.
"My dear sir, 1t is one Of the strange
cases, but it does not stand alone in
the records. have known of others,
few, quite parallel. There is only the
one treatment"
"And that? interrupted the little
man opposite, haggard with anxiety.
SIS the one l have prescribed all
along. There is no change"
The little man, Marshall Graham,
got on to his feet and began to pace
the floor with nervous little runs. He
plunged his hands in his pockets to
| hide their trembling.
I 1--WE must humor her still, doctorW
he asked. "You mean that"
"You must humor her still-I mean
that; 1 mean just that. Humor her
humor her. Believe what she believes,
if you can. If you can't, make believe.
1 tell YOU
The fitted finger tips parted, and the
shapely white hands came down re-
soundingly on the learned doctors
| knee.
81 tell you. Graham, you've got to do
it if you'd save her. It's the only way
in a case like hers, and, good Lord,
man, haven't / been studying these
cases forty years? tell you-I-tell-
YOU
One long forefnger timed the words
on the other palm. The doctors face
was solemn.
-must-be-humored! Any rude
shock, any forced awakening, will be
| her death or something worse. She
must awaken herself; she must come
out of her delusion by herself, Of her.
self, naturally and quietly"
"B-b-ut'- The little mans lips
stammered helplessly. The rest of his
question would not ask itself, but the
doctor read it in his anxious face. He
got up and forced the little man into a
chair gently. Then he stood over him
with his big. square bulk and gave
him comfort.
| MAN alive" he said, "are you going
daft too? Will she come out of itY
That's what you want to ask, eh?
Well, then, listen. / believe she will.
I-believe-she-will. I believe there
will be quiet, natural waking up Of
her own accord when the time comes.
But you've got to wait for it. You've
| got to watch over her constantly and
see to it that no lubbering idiot breaks
the spell of her dream for her. / told
| you what that would mean. You've
got to wait, and the Lord give you pa
| tiencev'
'It is terrible-the waiting" Mar
shall Graham said slowly. ut is terri
BILE to see her so happy, doctorv"
Good Lord, man, wouldn't it be
worse to see her miserable"
"In one way-in one way!' groaned
the stricken little man.
The doctor settled back into his pivot
chair and once more adjusted his fin
ger tips precisely.
"It's an unusual case an unusual
case, my dear sir" he said In his stilt-
ed, professional tone. "The shock was
SO severe. 1t is seldom one loses four
children at single blow. And then
her terrible illness that followed - 1t
sapped her constitution and put tre-
mendous hindrance on natures meth
cd of cure. 1t is only what you. would
expect-that the cure is delayed i'm
mensely, immensely. By the way,
Graham, are the servants all trustwor-
thy, eh?"
He wheeled about and put the ques-
ton abruptly. Marshall Graham aWoks
from his deep preoccupation.
Perfectly - every one of 'em, DOG
tor" he said briskly. II can trust
them down to the last iota. They are
all devotedly attached to Marjorie-to
Mrs. Graham"
GOOD! That's of the utmost impor-
tanee. Humor her, do they? Fall in
with all her vagaries about the chill
drenY
"All. Poor things. it's terrible for
them too! They were all SO fond Of the
-the-little ones"
| rs the children's nurse still with
you"
I, "Roxy? oh, yes-Mrs. Graham will
pot think of letting her go. She is walt
!; ing for them to come home"
The little mans voice broke pitifully,
He caught up his hat and hurried to.
} ward the door.
"Good morning, DOCTOR" he said over
! his shoulder. He shut the door behind
him, and his heavy steps sounded
down the long hall. But DR.. Sperry
was at the outer door a second later
and called him back. The big white
. right hand was held out to him, and
when 1t got the little. nervous, tense
one in its grasp how it grippedl
"Good day, Graham" was all the
doctor said, but the little mans heart
) was lighter in proportion to the tin.
,, Cling of his hand, and he went away
home with footsteps that rang less
heavily on the stone pavements.
Marjorie Graham, his pale, sweet
wife. met him at the door. She was
holding out both hands in welcome.
"Oh. Marshall. have you come al
last?" she cried. "And here I've beer
waiting and waiting! You bad boy. tc
stay so longw She drew him into the
hall and blew the fiecks of snow from
his shoulders and patted his face gen
tly. He saw at once the look of de
lightful secrecy on her face and steele6
/. himself for what he knew must bt
: coming.
q Marjorie Graham was tall-half 6
head above him-and delicately frail
The rings of soft hair lying on hel
brow We're almost white, but she wal