The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-11-23

come to haunt me %
No, no. said Mrs. Fry, soothingly,
.'nobuddy shant ha,nt you. not II /
know Ut it: =, re 5gg5 GONE to see how
But you said his name was Ham
ilton, and he. looks as I have seen nay
self a thousand times in the mirror:
oh, no, not mite like. you"
tell you he does. ~
We'll, then, he. door, Jest mite.
He looks just like me"
That's so.''
Ills name is Hamilton, you say
3.Lor, now, did II, It's zHammerly- I
meant, our minister said Mrs. Fry,
alarmed at the growing excitement of
her patient and lying with a glibness
surprising to herself. a.
Mr.. Hamilton, meanwhile, had. left
the. room and stood waiting for Mrs.
Fry at the outer door. -. -
odd what ideas sick folks take!"
she said. '.He amt 7 as well as
thought he was
mo, am afraid his brain has been
permanently injured said Mr.. Hamil
ton, who seemed to be not a little dis
turbed. Il will not go in again, my
presence seems to agitate him. Can
you think III, of any reason why it
mo, I don't, unless-f1o I can't
think Of nothin'," and Mr.. Hamilton
left her and went on his way to his
office at the mill. -ss=s<e 81
Unless said Mrs. Fry, drawing in
her under lip,and setting her teeth into
it, unless he is set against him be-
cause he. is her husband. Tho why
he should be upset by the name when
he has heard it hunduds Of times, and
why he should say he was his ghost
an looked like him, is more'n I can
tell.''
Mrs. Fry kept out Of her boarder's
tered she saw that he was asleep. He
slept long time, and appeared drow-
sy for awhile upon waking, but after
wards he looked about the room, clear
eyed, tho silent, and Mrs. Fry softly
went out, fearing that he would ques-
ton her. But he did not try to talk
| with her at all until the next morn
| ing, when he said to her, quietly:
IT want to talk with you, Mrs. Fry.
Why am I sick here instead Of at
home %
ooh, twas more convenient"
IT should hardly think so. Such q
short distance Who was that man
who called to see me yesterday
Mr.. Hammerly, our minister. He's
a dreadful nice man. J.
IT mistook the name at first. or you
did. Anyway, he looks enough like me
to be my twin brother
Yes, SO he dooz," said Mrs. Fry,
but reserving different opinion for
herself as she glanced at her thin
faced, dark-haired patient. Now,
won't you have a. little cruel ?"
mo, I want to talk. Where is Con-
stance-and the children"
"Constance!" said Mrs. Fry, staring
at him with all her might.
Eyes; is there anything strange
about my questions 2"
No; oh, no. not a mite. Constance
| is over home, an the children. too.
most like. Have Jest a little Of this
now, it's most time, approaching the
bed with some soothing drops.
No." waving her aside irritably, ST
| want to talk
Mrs. Fry sat down obediently.
you say Constance is over home.
Why does she not come to see me 2"
She's dreadful busy.
| Hasn't she been here at all z"
No; that is, not for day or two.
She lis drove to death with her sew
ing. She's got lots to do, piles and
piles and piles ont"
"a mountain wouldn't keep some
women away
Well" said Mrs. Fry Indignantly,
forgetting her caution at hearing Mrs.
Hamilton spoken of so lightly, as 1t
seemed to her. "she amt that kind
OF a, woman
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