The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-04-15

has come to me. She is here," he re- peated and then. as his mind wan ] f5red: victor? She talks of Victor. 1 Who is hep
 The surgeon. who. accompanied by the girl. had come from the east to perform the operation in that San Francisco hospital. bent over his pa- tient; but as the sick man murmured ;, on incoherently, the specialist turned to the girl beside him. 1 The organic trouble is relieved. I think" he said. and his tone was pro- fessionally even. That is. have done all that I can. The operation is quite successful-mechanfca he added. | slowly.
 You mean?"
 That I have been able to relieve the pressure upon his Drafn-that Is all The wound and the sunstroke had twisted the strings of his mind to the u relax hem. They are yet out of tuns"
 The surgeon hesitated a moment and as he glanced down. the girl met his gaze bravely.
 What I have done" he continued, lis really the lesser part of what should-what must be done. The strings which have relaxed. some one else must tune again. think" and
 
 professional. T think that if there is woman who has something moro than patience, something greater than devotion. and if that woman will give herself up to him, there may be-the=e may be-" he repeated. gradually,
 some hope"
 He turned abruptly and preoccupied himself busily with his instruments. | You understandT' he asked. And though the girl answered nothing. the old physician smiled vroudly to him. self as Grace Sherman looked courage ously about the darkened little room and resolutely drew her chair nearer | the bed
 For days and weeks she seldom left the sick mans side. 1 He does not know even me-" she ] said to the attendant doctor in the hos pitaL Listen. What does he meant? She has come to me" the sick man repeated over and over again. She had promised to come, and she is here. But why does she say She is the other? Why does sne say She is Grace? For what is Grace to me. since She is here?"
 Again the girl bent over him. "Yes. Victor, dear she said. This is Grace who has come to you O. don't you know me?"
 But again the sick man cried out. | impatiently: She is here. Why does She talk of the otherr' They would not allow her to be pres- ent during the second operation. The months of constant watching and nurs- ing had worn upon ner, and they | thought it better that she should not see the almost inevitable failure of the second time. After it was over the surgeon went to the girls room. "Is he-what is it?" she cried What is it? O. I am strong. I can bear it." She threw her hands forward be- geon, realizing that his manner was misunderstood. came forward and took her hands in his own.
 He will see." the old doctor said, and his mind is already clear The operation, my dear, has been entirely success1ui--more than we could pos sibly have hoped for"
 He hesitated awkwardly. as if in doubt how to proceed. and his tone was not the bearer of good tidings. He looked strangely at the girl before him: 1t seemed to surprise him that she had borne the weeks of anxiety with a courage that had only added sweet earnestness to the beauty of her face. He drew her toward him. but she. realizing that he was con cealing something. held back. What IS it?" she asked. You must not try to deceive me now. It is bet ter" she went on, steadily. that I know the whole truth. There Is complication?
 Yes" the other replied. reluctant ly, there is a complication; but not as you understand it. They will say that I have made the blind to see again, and that I have restored the