The Coalville times. [volume] (Coalville, Utah) 1894-1923, 1904-06-10

arose with the comb in her hand, her
hair falling around her. her eyes dark
as though tears were in them. her
lips shut close. As she turned her
eyes toward the bed she met full In
hers the weak gaze OF her father,
Only for a moment. however, for the
Dyes closed almost Immediately as
though the light hurt 0em. but In
that moment Dolores once more faced
his soul with hers.
Once more her father opened his
eyes and looked first at the doctor,
then at her. At the Doctors sugges-
tlon she spoke to him.
Father" she said. slowly. that he
might understand. Father"
But the eyes resting on her face had
no CLEAN OF pleasure at seeing her
there; rather II might be said there
was fash OF hatred there as in the
old days. Then they dropped again
and closed, and presently his breath.
ing indicated that he slept
Miss Johnson" DR.. Dunwiddie said.
by and by, as he sat by the window
eating the supper Mrs. Allen had
brought him, Il told you the other day
that II was possible your father would
not recover; do you remember"
She bowed her head In acquiescence
but did not speak
my dear Miss Johnson" the doc
tors voice was grave, but there was
ring In II, a hidden note that struck
her ear as unusual. My dear Miss
Johnson, | believe / am safe in saying
that your father VIII sleep through
the night a natural, quiet slumber,
without the aid Of opiates. and II he
does he will recover. lie will be lame
always; he will not have quite his old
strength. but he will live and be much
his old self again"
The grave, attentive face at the
head OF the bed changed not at all.
though the drawn expression dlsap.
peared from around the mouth. and
the eyes were clear and level In their
gaze.
For a moment DR.. Dunwiddle was
uncertain whether or not the girl was
glad OF the news. She gave no sign.
and said not word. but stood grave.
and stately. and womanly, with tho
shadows OF the night gathering
around her. stealing along the bed,
across tho face Of the sleeper, and up
and up toward her face.
Suddenly they clutched at her
throat, tightening their hold. like iron
bands, ever contracting, growing
hrmer unyielding; a thousand iron
hands were on her, a thousand elflsh
voices, shrill and wild and weird,
Allied the corners OF the room, the
house; filled the darkness, crowding
II upon her, till II seemed as though
she were sunocating, TIL It seemed as
though she would die. Loud and weird
and terrible they were to her, filling
her ears, shouting OF tho evil that had
como through hatred and malice. and
OF what would follow upon so evil a
deed. The hands were tightening their
hold. they we're struggling one with
another for the mastery; a dozen
hands were torn from her throat only
TO be instantly replaced by others
stronger and flrmer She caught at
them and struggled, she fought
against them, but she dared not cry
for help This that she was suffering
no one must know; they would know
soon enough-every one.
The voices grew wilder about her
they shouted In elnsh glee: their
words ran In together unmeanlngly
efoent one or two close TO her ear.
that whispered, with deadly meaning.
when your father is well enough
10 prove-to prove"
Then slowly she came out OF this