Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-12-27


thing to my arm" and he touched il.
Il thought you looked rather pale
and done up said Guilford Berton.
You'd better come to my place and
let me see what's the matter with it,.
I'm bit Of doctor, you know"
All, yes. SO you said. Very well.
It's very kind of you"
Guifford Berton led the way down
the gloomy lane and unlocked the
door in the wall and motioned Cyril
to enter. A lantern stood behind the
deer and he lit it, and holding it above
his head unlocked the door of the
house
II it had seemed cold and dark and
grim to Cyril on his first visit. it ap-
reared dodbly so now, and faint
shudder ran through him as he
thought that if he ever wanted q
scene for a murder this cheerful resi-
dence would supply it in all its de-
tails.
His host Lit the lamp and motioned
Cyril into the chair As he sat down
he noticed again the faint smell of
chemicals, and it struck upon his
Jaded senses with an intense repug-
nance.
Now, then, stand up said Bertcn.
Cyril did SO and the amateur doctor
took the injured arm Cyril drew a
sharp breath and CLEAN of malig-
nant enjoymnt glowed in Guilford Ber-
tons yes
Take you coat off, he said.
You might as well ask me to take
off the roof OF the house"
Then | must cut it," he said. and
he took knife from his pocket and
opened a long sharp blade. He held
IT for moment, his eyes downcast
and his lips twitching, and if Cyril
could have read the thought that
flashed through his companion's mind
he would have seized the knife and
forced the weapon from it's owners
grip.
But, after moments pause, Gull
ford Berton cut out dexterouslv the
sleeve of the coat and rolled up the
shirt sleeve.
You've put your arm out!" he said,
and Cyril almost fancied that a note
OF satisfaction sounded in the tone.
That's not So bad, is it?' he sal
cheerfully.
No. 1t might have been worse. J
responded Guilford Berton, as he eyed
the well-formed limb" but it will BE
painful to get back. I'll try, if you
like"
"of course!' said Cyril, holding out
his arm.
Guilford Berton took hold of it ana
performed the operation which. sim.
pie as it looks, requires a skillful
hand and some nerve. His hand was
skillful, and as to his nerve, he woull
have inflicted any amount of pain
upon a fellow-creature--e especially
UPON Cyril Burae--as coolly as ne
would have worked a pump handle.
Cyril set his teeth hard, but groan
ESCAPED him and he sat down upon
the table.
by Jove! you ought to have been a
surgeon!"
He put his band to his forehead; it
was wet with persmration.
"Faint?" said Guilford WYATT, I'll
give YOU something"
He went to the cupboard and un-
locked it, and his hand went to one
of the bcttlNs containing sal volatile;
then he paused, and, casting a quick
glance full of hate, over his shoulder
at the weary figure on the table, mis-
hand went gliding to the small bot
tie hidden in his breast pocket.
His fingers closed round the vial
like SO many serpents, and his heart
beat quickly.
He had drawn it almost out of us
hiding place when Cyril suddenly
stood upright.
Don't trouble, Mr. Berton,'' he said,
a laugh. I'm as right Is ninepence
now, and I've got all a child's horror
of medicine
The fingers Enclosed from round
the bottle, and allowed it to sir to
its place, and locking the cupboard
swiftly, Guilford Berton came back to
the table.
Very well. he said "Oh yes, you
are all right now"
His face was so pale, so white, in
deed, and there was so sudden and
strange a hoarseness in his voice,
that Cyril looked at him with sur
prise.
"Hallo," he said. DO you feel
queer?"
NO. no" replied Guilford 'The--
the putting your arm in it's place-iS's
rather ticklish operation, and it up
set my nerves little, that's all"
Cyril looked at him with a feeling
rather akin to remorse. After ali,
this sullen-browed individual. with the
strange repelling manner, must be a