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YOUNG DR. JARVS-A TRAGEDY THAT WAS PROVDTLY AVERTED

But Jarvis did not tread the down
ward path unaided. With all her tact
and seIf-compOsure. it angered Este1le
Norris that the old. devoted lover, the
humble suppliant of past days, should
pass her with careless Indifference.
Without deliberate thought of the mis-
chief she might do, she felt that she
must teach him how dangerous it is to
forget a woman. Morning after morn
ing she would meet him, ostensibly to
Inquire after the sick man. but the tones
of her voice were full of aliuring har-
mony. and her eyes seemed to pray for
pardon. although her lips were silent.
Each day Jarvis quilted the house more
hopelessly miserable, more degraded in
his own sight, yet eagerly longing for
the hour of return, the misery of her
welcoming smile.
ut is all over. Miss Morris. and safe
Iy. I trust" said the famous surgeon. as
he hurried downstairs That young Dr.
Jarvis helped me wonderfully. I prophe-
sy that he will make his mark. 1 am
quite content to leave the case in his
hands. Unless there is more heart trou-
bic than we think, Mr. Morton will raj
ly. and be a happy man yet" he added
with a cbivalric bow.
EsteIIe thanked him profusely. and
stood listening in the hall until the
sound of his carriage wheels died away
Then she swiftly gIided up the long
stairway. IN a small ante-room, next
10 the sick chamber, she found the nurse
and the doctor.
Jarvis vas dropping some liquid into
a glass, and started at her entrance. In
his nervous manner and white face were
plainly visible the strain and excite
ment OF the great surgical crisis he had
just witnessed. His hand trembIed. He
was horribly conscious Of her presence.
She stood by the portiere, her slender
figure outlined against the somber vel
vet
DIT Linyard tells me-" she began.
how much We owe to you and your skill.
You are so kfnd;a-her voice grew low
so generous.
The doctors hand grew more unsteady.
ct viii bring this in presently" he said,
turning to the nurse.
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this as you directed, when he wakes. the
first dose?"
He did not look at her face. Yes. %
he said. and she left the room.
In the street outside he met boy.
breathIess and excited.
Doctor, the lad called. come quick.
There's been a big accident down at the
mill They think jim Corrigan is killed
and they're going on like mad"
Jarvis hurried away. and in fifteen
minutes was fighting for the second time
that day the strange. cold mystery o.
death. There was little time for thought
now. On the floor Of the mill. surround
ed by the weeping women and rough yet
sympathetic men. he ezerted all his skja
and struggled desperately to save the
life of the young Irishman. After hours
of hard work he was again successful.
and finally helped to carry the patient 10
his own house. It was late when Jarvis
entered his Office and saw the supper his
sister had prepared, waiting for him on
the little table. Worn with excitement
cold, hungry. and exhausted. he ate
voraciousIy, and soon sank into q heavy
sleep.
A little after midnight he awoke with
a start. The fire was low. the room
chilly, and his madness was past. An IN,
speakable horror came upon him, as he
remembered his days work. By this
time Morton must be dead. He paced
the room in agony. but there was no
woman's face to charm and lure him
now; only the cold air. the silence. the
darkness, which seemed to wrap him on
every side Surely it must be a dream.
this hideous memory Of a trust be-
trayed. Would to God-He shuddered.
How dare he, a murderer. call on God2
He wondered why they did not come
hurrying after him TO call him TO look
at the dead. He strained his ears TO
listen. expectant. yet alarmed at every
distant sound. He could see 11orton-s
face, as he knew it must look. cold and
white! Even when he tried to think CT
EsteIIe the dead face rose menacingly
before him, bIotting out every other
thought.
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The woman softly slipped away, and
the two faced each other alone. White
and haggard, Jarvis gazed at EsteHe.
Every fiber of his body seemed to thrill
under the look she returned to his.
Harry" she said. 'for the sake of
old times, will you forgive me? know
now how badly treated you, but girls
are fools, and
He sprang from his chair. the tightly
tensioned cord of seIf-restraint swapping
as she spoke.
What do you nean?" he asked, com
ing closer to EsteIIe.
7 only want to be friends once more.
she murmured.
But her white fingers had pulled the
food gates too far apart. Jarvis caught
her in his arms and clasped her almost
savasely. She pushed him angrily from
her; yet she listened to his pleading.
Do you care for this old man? Is the
old love dead? Sweetheart. listen to
me- he said passionateIy.
How can I listen to you?" she an
swered, all her diplomacy on guard
again. I have promised to marry Mr..
Morton" With slightly meIodramatic
sigh she went on; q am bound by cir
eumstances, but. Harry. I cannot bear
Ito have you hate me. Indeed, it breaks
my heart You will forgive NET"
She paused, for some subtle danger
threatened in his face; and, turning, she
vanished from the room. A few minutes
later, as she stood before her long mir
ror, carefully twisting her heavy coils
of chestnut hair, she smiled e&ultantly
at the face in the glass.
Meanwhile Jarvis sat stiff and silent.
mechanically dropping the medicine he
was preparing into the glass before him.
1t was a powerful anodyne, and as Jar
Wis held the bottle a sudden inspiration
seized him. She had promised to marry
the old man. II ne were dead
Drop by drop the liquid fell into the
glass. Now the dose was large for a
healthy organism; now it had passed the
limit; now-Jarvts stopped. The nurse
stood by the door.
He is sleeping, doctor" and she took
the glass from Elm. 4 am to give him
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Helen gave low cry, and seemed
to shrink and grow older before his
eyes. There was a long silence. The
baby played with the ribbons Of her
wrapper, and Jarvis realized that bis
cup OF punishment was full. He knew
he had slain the future happiness OF
his tender, loving woman. He IN
inEardly cursed his weakness in con
Tossing a crime which he need never
have revealed His sister stirred az
last, momentary CLEAN Of anger
flashing in her eyes. She tempted
YOU know it, she cried: then her
head dropped, and with a flood OF
tears she crept out OF the room.
Again Jarvis was alone.
As ne expected. the summons came
in the early dawn He heard the
wheels Of the carriage outside, and
opened the door himself TO the sleepy
servant who stumbled up the steps.
We want you to come up to the
house. sir. Mr.. Morton is dead"
Yes said jarvis ''Wheu2"
Last night, SIR I was coming after
you, but 1 heard you was gone to the
mill, and Mrs. Morris said wait TIL
morning"
Jarvis led the way out. and they drove
through the sleeping town. He. too. was
as one dead; fer his youth. bis ambition.
his desire for life. and the mad love that
had caused his ruin-alI these were gone
from him forever. This, then. was to be
his punishment-this misery of hopeless
Temorse; yet. as he shuddered before the
thought Of the future. he acknowledged
the eternal justice Of God
They reached the house at last With
a supreme effort of will. Jarvis entered
the dark hall. At the top Of the stairs
the nurse met him She greeted him
nervousiy. oh, doctor. after all your
trouble, to think he should die this way
so soon, toot-
when ?" said Jarvis.
Last night. about : o'clock and-T
must tell you. doctor, for have rather
worried over 1t. He was sleeping so
nicely I did not disturb him at first: and
by accident never did such a thing be-
fore-I upset one Of the medicines you
left-the fever medicine. We we're lust
gong TO send for you when he gave
sigh and all in an instant he was dead.
Perhaps If I had given him the medi-
cine
She paused in surprise, for the doctor
leaned forward and took her hand sud
denly in his.
4 think" he said-.'I think It was tie
viii Of God.
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Jarvis was the descendant Of an hon
orable race His nature. naturally
weak and sensitive. had been strength
ened by an oId-fashioned. provincial
education. and simple country life. As
the temptation died away, conscience as
serted its power. and remorse and hor-
Tor overcame him Was there any ss-
cape2 Yes, one, cowardIy as it was,
and he slowly moved toward the box
where his pistols were. Then he started
with cry, for the door opened and bis
sister came in. He knew her husband
was away, and wondered il her baby was
i'll, for she held it in her arms.
You poor boy, How worn and mis-
cradle you look. and what a day you've
had Of it!' she said. You came in 50
late. your supper must have been stone
cold have been lying upstairs, hear
ing you tramp up and down here, until
I decided to come down and drive you
to bed. and baby, little rascal. would
come, too.
Jarvis watched them stoIidly-the
mothers pure and gentle face and white.
caressing hands, the baby's cosy cheeks
and darkly shining eyes. This was his
only sister. She loved and honored him.
Suppose she knew
low is MIR. Morton" she asked, sud
denly
Dead. by this time" he answered
harshIy.
She played with the baby's curls and
said. slowly, Il am sorry. You and the
surgeon have worked 50 hard, but after
all he has been spared much unhappi-
ness. for" she went on. hesitatingIy,
"EsteIie Morris cannot help II. perhaps,
but she IS a heartIess girl. 7 was thank
full enough two years ago when-forgive
me, Harry. is it possible you love her
suI?"
Love? If you call it that" Jarvis
answered wildly. For her sake have
done murder-murder. do you hear? Do
not look at me so. Take the child away.
co. gol"
She stared at him, unbelief and horror
mingled in her gaze.
Murder? Impossible
1T is true" he went on, ruthlessly,
but with a sense of grim relief After
the operation this afternoon, Linyard
left Morton showed signs Of fever I
gave him aconfte. I gave him enough
to kill three ordinary men There's no
doubt about it; he's dead by this time. "
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Then, three years ago. a sudden change
of fortune had come TO her mother. They
went abroad, and after a few months her
letters altered in tone. Finally. there
came a short. cool epfstIe. she did not
love him. she said. 1T was wrong to
marry without love, and so good-by." In
silence. in anger and in bitter despair he
had accepted his fate.
Estelle had como back TO America.
the promise Of her girIhood magni1-
Gently fulfilled in the beautiful woman
who aazzIed the quiet old village She
had many courders, and she had chosen
the richest of them-a man many years
older than herself. The engagement had
been proclaimed far and wide. All sum
mer long. from his Office window. Jarvis
had watched her drive by, beuignIy ar
rogant and radiantIy handsome A few
days ago he had heard that her fance
was seriously i'll. Today this letter had
come. Should ne go?
He Ionged. with an intense IonginE
born of his youth and wounded pride. TO
show her that he was Indifferent 20 her
insult. cold TO her neglect. If half de-
fined instinct warned him that neither
his anger nor his contempt might be
proof against the deadly power Of the
old love. he crushed the letter in His
hand, CO he would. and the future
might take care of itself
The first meeting was easy enough.
Jarvis cold po1fteuess was accept ed
without a trace Of embarrassment
.-Oh. DR.. Jarvis" said Estelle. 1T "a
more than kind in you TO come We hear
so much Of your skin. and we-I am so
much distressed about poor Mr.. Morton.
You will help him. am sure"
He bowed in answer. Yes. he would do
his best.
He scarcely dared 10 look into hec
eyes. Did she love This old man. ne
wondered? At the thought a sudden. un-
contouabIe hate sDrang up in his heart.
He fought against it desperately. Medi-
calIy considered. Morton's case was in
tenseIy interesting, rousing his profess
sionaI pride. and surgical daring. and he
knew the patient to be a gentle. sweet
natured man.
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gE sat alone IN his Office, reading.
II perhaps for the twentieth time,
= the note on she desk before him
The afternoon sunshine touched
with . pale radiance the familiar objects
in the little room. In faint. Pickering
fashion it illuminated the shelves of
books. the dusty. cases full Of specimens.
the stiff row of diplomas that adorned
the wall. the ragged rug. the worn oil
cloth carpet; but it seemed TO Inger on
the solitary figure in the office chair,
It revealed a sensitive. restless face.
with signs Of great weakness, great pas
sion. and great tenderness; such a face as
men like and women love. 1t was dark
with pain and anger now, for the note
had reused a host Of sleeping memories
The air seemed fun Of odor. the remem-
bered odor of hyacinths; and in every
shadowy corner Jarvis could see the in
solenL smiling face Of the woman who
had written it. He crushed the perfumed
paper in his hand, though it was only a
kind invitation to the poor, struggling
doctor to take charge of q good case. con
suit with a famous surgeon and cure
if he couId-a sick old man. It read sim
ply enough:
Dear Dr. Jarvis. Mamma wishes me
to ask you TO come up today to see MIR.
Morton, who is very i'll, and to meet DR..
Linyard. the specialist from the city. We
fear an operation is unavoidable. and de-
sire the benefit CT your skill. Sincerely
yours. ESTELLE NORRIS"
Jarvis had many other notes with that
signature hidden away in his private
drawer, EsteHe Norris had never taken
the trouble 10 ask for her letters when
she had sent him his curt dismissal two
years ago. How faithfully he had loved
and served her. how he had worked and
economical. and strained every nerve
to hurry through college. that he might
begin the life struggle for fame and for
tune that should. bring him his hearts
desiret She had seemed TO return all this
passionate devotion. and they had been
sworn lovers Would she wait for him?
How often she had told him so, the full.
white lids dropping over her soft. shin
ing eyes.
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would comprehend the words; nor did
II matter, since they comprehended the
voice The ranks Of women AID child
rem melted fast. as one boat after an
other drif3ed away reced.ng blot on
the moons wonder path
a stirring Of the fingers imprisoned
within her own drew the singers eyes
down to O'Mara- He had turned away
from the flask held to his lips by Twee-
die. and was looking into her face.
That's the picture III be taking down
with me into the darkness. he said.
the picture of your face in the moon
light. Asthore!"
There was no longer a pensiva sill
houette on the bridge, but the captain
stood by OMara's lounge. He bowed
low to Mrs. Noel, and took the suffer
er's disengaged hand.
You need attention. " he said. raising
him to- a sitting posture and embracing
him. The surgeon shall go with you
in the boat. have not time TO thank
you as l desire. but when
dying man gives thanks one needs not
many words. It is in this next
boat you must go-the last. perhaps, to
leave the ship. Madame. too. shall go
in that madame, whom also I
thank from my heart. See
Only a few passengers. are left TO bear
you company A dyinb man.
whom you have made very happy. wishes
you both bon voyage! You
have made it possIbIe-you and She
for me to go down without tearing This
from my breastT"
He pointed to his ribbon Of the Legion
of Eouor. O'Mara cIutched his sleeve.
stammerinZ;
NO. no, captain, You do not under
stand! Thatd ruin everything. captain
dear-ff you didn't 1t me stay with you.
You are brave-you must be
kind. Let me explain. Let me
tell you why must-must stay with you
to The end.'
DO not explain said The captain
gently, Il already know. Just the
same. you are my friend-before all the
world. It shall be as you wish
am proud to have it so-proud to have
you for my guest when La Biscayc
makes her last haven And now it Is
time to make our adieux to madame
But Tweedie interposed-vehement
emotion discovering itself in the CONVEX
gence of mustache and nose
There's somebody else has got a say
here, and that's me- he snapped You
know your dooty. cap. Jest as wen as I
know mine; and my dooty is to get this
man ashore in Moo York If its half way
Dossib!e."
He has saved the honor of France
retorted the captain. No Frencbman
will cheat him Of an honorable death"
..HonorgbIe." The mustache was
thrust still higher. And him with mis-
solemn word passed to me-his parole.
as he called it. HonorabIe."
OMara dropped pack on the lounge and
dug his fists into his eyes Stretched
rigid, with feet interlocked. he rocked
slightly from side to side. but made no
sound. This for the space of fifteen see
onds. perhaps. Then the tension slack
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true men wheE they die together is the
happiest thing in the world
''Oh. love you all, brave and honest
Bretons! It gladdens me to think of how
the world win praise you. of how men
will be more gallant ard steadfast be-
cause Of you; Of how the children in the
fishing @tIlages will be taught the noble
story Of La Biscaye; of how they will lisp
your names. of how the proud bells in
the steeples viii 90 tolling. toningg
But I must not let you love me as
one OF yourselves. 1t would be dis
honest for me to die an equal among
heroes. There's been enough
dishonesty. God knowsl It will
be part Of my poor penance to tell you.
before we die, things that will-that will
make you despIse me!
Name Of God, but it grows very lark!
Is this the end So dark
He was drenched where he stood with
white radiance which had driftsd
through the last rays of fog from a moon
in its third quarter-a bent silver coin
dangling IN a sky not yet emptied Of
daylight Figure de GrenouIlIe reached
the skyIight in time to catch him as he
toppIed over, Hosting him over oHe
shoulder, the stoker stopped and righted
an overturned cane lounge; and on this
he slid his burden, with something Of
rough tenderness The crowd fell into
commotion. Even the sailors at the da-
Wits faItered, and the officers raped out
commands UNDECIDED. The figure on the
bridge halted. ana froze into its former
outline Of detection. To the Bishop of
Cheyenne. who had pHoted Mrs. Noel
through the tumult, one Of the officers
made a shriII avowaI of forebodiug.
'.Eet ISIS Of meesfortioune re ooeurst!"
he said zone voice such as he had ISIS
nesessite. unless we shall have lamar
chic, Helm! Zore ISIS no ozzer in his
place. Helm"
Mrs. Noel heard and remembered
remembered that she had said, Yes, you
can depend on mel! With one ofO'Mara' 5
HfeIess hands cIasped between her own,
she stood with parted lips, considering.
Only one thing did she know TO do; at
least she would do it with all her heart.
Ballads and arias innumerable fitted
through her mind, ana her lEows knitted
in perpIexity. Almost without knowing
it. she hummed the prelude of Gounod's
Ave Maria" and began TO sing.
wind snatched the petals Of song
from her lips and shed them abroad
Not unkindly was it done: for it spurred
the singer so that her voice rang siren
uous and true. with 6 wild sweetness
of entreaty: and little sprays of melody
were blown into the faces of those on
the outskirts. who otherwise would have
lost their share. For interlude she had
the twittering of a newIy-ruffied sea.
and the weeping of women who kneIt
on the deck.
The sailors returned TO their toll. and
were of good cheer. while Mrs Noel
still holding O'Mara s hand. continued
to sing, dipping into her repertoire At
random. Old songs came to herbal
lads os her childhood. She did not stop
to consider that few of her hearers
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THIS days work-not by a jugfun. But
see here-you're minister. sir-I beg
your pardon bishop, sir. Wen. I amt
a saint, but I never done a crooked
turn yet-no matter what they say about
the department.
Say! This is like scene in the
syter. amt It? And when you look at
the water with your eyes half shut. the
moonbeams change into a million little
silver tadpoles swimmiu about like mad.
used to see it that way OF the Battery
wall, when I was dom patrol at the Old
Slip.
Without fear or favor'-that was
Il the oath I took when got my job
Honest, now, could I help it
It amt any wonder he's the smoothest
con man in the misunderstanding less
than bankers an muIionaires for him,
and never pInched before. But this here
con game Of gettin' a gang. OF French
sailors TO lay down their Iives-say! I
never heard OF no such buneo work as
that before, did you? Why. he'd have
got around me easy if he'd have Jest
spoke once in that voice like he 5oIlied
the sailors with. But he was too proud
or something. And I had to put the
cuffs on him because he told ne to
You seen for yourself that was glad 20
take them of Of him again when he
keeIed over
"see the old Biseay rarin' her stern
I'd. sir2 And the captain a-kissin' his
hand to u.s. And hear them
French sailors a-singin' that little song
of his?
He must have learned that song in
France. where he used TO skip, mostly.
with his swag. The skipper said we'd
ought to be picked up tonight or to-
morrow-didnt he? Say, it's q
shame he wouldn't come along and tes-
tify to the prisoners good character,
amt it. sir? Not but what your evil
denceu make a hit
This last was a twenty thousand-dol-
lar job, and we've got him dead to
rights. He went straight over there
with the dough. and me only two steam
ers behind him. J. never see anybody
what could put up a better front than
him. Hes dead elegant when he's got
money, and keeps himself exclusive.
And when he saw the jig was up he
acted like a gentleman. Only he didn't
want anybody on board ship to know
about it
But what broke him Up was some
thing he nearly throttIed the lie out
of me for jolIyin' him about in our
cabin. just before the collision
And I'm half sorry he didn't make a
job of i'll feel thar mean.
Hello, Doc. Brought him aroundf
Mrs Noel. ma'am. look out you
don't wet your feet. for there's water
in the bottom OF, this here boat"
But she had huddIed at O'Mara' $ sids
and lifted his head into her lap. and.
What do you see in the mirror nowe''
she said, bending over him very low.
while a chorus riDpIed over from Ia
Biscaye, as the ship doused her head "a
grope a course for her last raven:
lie sort tomba sur ie Ca-pi-taine-
II fut bien tot-tot tout devore!"
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t-tltt-liL-eI lEa4- 7 .ilA Ed-t-1
What madness is this2' roared Fig
ure de GrenouIIe. .Imbeciles! He has
bewitehed you. To work. Rouse your
selves. There is yet time to save our
selves-and him-and madame. No
more"
O'Mara put both hands to his head. for
he had feeling that the lid of his skull
was being upheaved. There was some
thing about his aspect that arrested
those who would have jumped to obey
the stoker's bidding. He looked around
him heavily; looked up to the bridge.
with its one brooding figure stamped
against the gray; looked looked at the
faces upturned 10 his. They had null
tipIied. those faces-for peril had risen
superior to passage money. driving
steerage and second cabin 10 the high
est level they could find. And
all were waiting for him 10 speak.
mo, you can't save mel" he said-so
burriedIy that the words tripDed a lit
tie thickly. You can't save me, be
cause / viii not be saved! I viii not
do you hear2 In too happy
happier than I deserye-to be allowed
TO die such a death,
Were very lucky. comrades-aU Of
us III try to tell you why. over yon-