The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-11-24
THE BLACK WATER
Continues from Paae 1o.

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"No-Yes. a little. Where are the
lynxes? Where is Blylock?"
Ysonde laughed softly.
Mr.. Blylock has gone to Boston on
important business. l VIII tell you all
about it when you can get up. He's TO
be married.
And Lynda?"
Lynda Is downstairs. Shall I call
her?''
mo"
1.-THE next day 1 drank more broth.
and two days later 1 sat up-it took me
half an hour and some groans TO do
so.
Il think" said I, listening to the
rocking chair, that it is high time 1
saw something. Lift my bandage,
please. Ysonde."
sOnly one side" she said, and low
cred the cloth that concealed my right
eye-the sightless one.
There was a silence. a wretched mo-
ment of suspense, and then Ysonde
cried: "What-what is it-can't you
see-can't you see me,-Oh, Bobby"'
When I spoke | hardly knew what
said, but it was something about
Keen's assuring me that nobody but an
oculist could tell that ! was blind in
my right eye. I remember that | felt
very angry at Keen, and demanded to
know how YsOnde could see that my
right eye was sightless. ! am glad
was spared the agony of her facet
would willingly have been spared the
agony of her voice as she cried. Did
do that?"
] tried to move, but her arms were
about mel tried to explain, but her
warm mouth closed my lips: l only
thought that It was very pleasant to be
blind
The eyes of an oculist and the eyes
# love see everything. Who says that
love is blind?
Her tears fell on my checks; when
she asked pardon, I answered by ask
ing pardon, and she-but, after all,
that is our own affair.
And my left eye" said l, lis that
some. too?"
Almost we'll" said Ysonde, ct was
a sympathetic shock, or something: |
was afraid the claws had struck it, but
DIR. Keen"
Keen
''Yes-he's gone to Holderness now.
Don't you remember his being here
Nith DR.. Conroy, the surseon2'
No" said l, = was too badly maui
~ I have been clawed by partner,
"A little" said Ysonde with gentle
sarcasm.
After a moment 1 inquired about the
phesent health of the panther, and was
assured that he was probably flourish
ing his tail in excellent spirits some
where among the Scaur crags.
Then Blylock didn't hit him.
He hit something, for l heard it
scranton, my darling, what a horri-
bic highland you dying, as 7 be-
'ieved. and the tangled brush, and the
flare Of the torch, and the firing"
X X *
Are YOU thirsty?-your lips are
burnins," said Ysonde.
X x x
! have a joke on Keen-James Keen,
the great oculist, the wise, the infalli-
ble--apd l trust he will swallow his
medicine like a little man when he
reads this. 1t happened in this way.
l was sitting under the trees by the
tennis. court with YsOnde, watching the
snowbirds flutteriug i'm the meadow
grass and listening to the robin who.
boldly balanced on the tip OF his spruce
tree, was doing his best. The blue
birds were teaching their young to
navigate the air, twittering and litter
ing at the efforts of their youngsters,
a truly frivolous family. The drab-col-
ored COW had also done her best, and
the result was a miniature copy of her
self. also an expert cud chewer.
Billy-ridiculOus Billy, the white
Whiskered and malicious, was spread n
the low forks of an apple tree, a
splendid representation of disTepu-
table door mat
Lynda sat the the bay window in the
Rosebud Inn, embroidering something
i'm white and gold. She also succeeded
in doing her best in her own line
which was to look more beautiful every
day I saw BlylOck's shadow behind
her.
when are they to- be married
Ysonde?" 1 asked for the fiftieth time
"Oh, the twenty-seventh-oh, Bobby
it's shocking to keep fOrgetting-and
we're TO be best man and bridesmaid
tcoi"
The sun dazzled my left eye. and ]
closed it for a second. Then a miracu-
lous thing happened. an everlasting
joke on Keel, for, although I had
- closed my sound eye. and, by rights
should have been blind as a bat, / was
nothing of the kind.
my right eye-YsOnde-I can see-
DO you understand? 1 can see" STAN
rrered.
oh, it was neutrality-suspicious. as the
Joyous wonder in Ysonde's eyes-I
was a miracle. I don't care what Keen
says about it having happened before,
or about it happening once in ten thou
sand cases, and don't care a brass
farthing for his subsequent observa-
tions concerning the optic nerve, and
partial paralysis and retinas, and
things-it was and must remain one
of Gods miracles, and that is enough
for Ysonde and for me-
I'VE will go to the glade and re-
paint my picture which you erased, -
said /.
She understood and forgave me, for
I hardly knew what l was saying.
Come" she said-her eyes We're
wonderfully sweet. and bluer than the
Towering flax around us.
So. with her hand in mine, we
walked up the scented path to the
Rosebud Inn. Billy numbering along
behind us, twitching his hOary whis-
kers.
ROYAL Bread is made in a clean
bakery The Crown Label Is on every