Troy weekly news. (Troy, Idaho) 1897-1933, 1907-03-08
The Minister'S Wife
By MRS. HENRY WOOD

mad settled down as clerk IN shipping
house at Wellington-Brice & Jansen
and had got six months leave from it.
He was 81 now, and but little changed
gay, rafting, reckless in speech of
old but exceedingly handsome, exceed
ingly like what the dean had been before
him. Only in one point he did not resem-
BILE his father, and that was in stature
the dean was tall and stately: Cyras was
little above middle height, and very slight.
And what have you been doing with
yourself to-day, Cyras7" inquired the
dean of his son, who was singing to him
self in an undertone, he stood at the
window looking out on the square. II
wanted you this morning. but you were
not to be found"
II went to Norwood to see Aunt Char
lotte." replied Cyras. 'She took me into
the Crystal Palace; we lunched there.
She fired OFF no end of questions at me
about the Brices of Wellington"
And while he was speaking, Brice, the
surgeon. came in; for he was the guest ex-
pected. After greeting Lady Grace and
the dean, he turned to Cyras. holding
him before him by the lappets of his coat,
gazing intently into his face. He had not
seen Cyras for three years.
What a likeness what likeness 1t
is yourself over again." he said to the
dean. Just what your face was at his
age"
DR.. Baumgarten laughed. "You did
not know me when l was his age, Brice.
Nor for five or six years after it."
1T is wonderful likeness, is it not,
Lady Grace?" went on the surgeon.
Il have always said so,'' she answered
Gertrude entered beautiful girl, with
the fair delicate skin and the proud blue
eyes of her mother. She was a pleasant
girl, not self-willed as Grace used to be,
but sweet and gentle.
How is Lord Avon?' asked the sur
geoa.
Quite WE'LL" said Grace: "and in Lon
don. He was the Continent all last
year. but this year he is at home
They sat, after dinner, in the drawing
room talking together until nine o'clock,
when Mr.. Brice had to leave them. He
was engaged to a gathering at a noted
physicians house, near Hanover Square
dozsa or so of learned men, chiefly med
zeal men, were about TO meet to discuss a
discovery of the day.
DR.. Baumgarten went out a little be-
fore j O'Clock, on his way to Sir Will
liam Chants. He thought it a good time
to catch him; he would probably have
about got rid of his morning patients
An idea struck him that he would rather
tell his tale of doubtful sickness to Sir
William, stranger, than to medical
man who knew him better. Such a fancy
penetrates to many of us.
Sir William would be disengaged in q
few minutes, the servant said; he was
then with his last patient. DR.. Baumgar
ten handed the man his card-"The Dean
| of hor --ht,t
not be given in until his master was
alone.
Il was very glad to see you. Mr.
Dean; very pleased that you should have
called upon me-" was Sir Williams warn
greeting when his stately visitor was ush
cred in.
What shall 1 say if l tell you that
have come as a patient?" returned the
dean.
II hope not"
Yes, it is so. That isl have-hav,
I have experienced a little annoyanc,
once or twice, which perhaps it may b,
as well to speak Of" rapidly continued
the dean, getting over his momentary hes
itation. 1T amounts to nothing, 1 dar,
say"
You do not look as if much were amis
with you, SIR" smiled Sir William. "Wil
YOU take lulS
There is not much to describe" saic
the dean. "A sudden stoppage of tn,
heart, accompanied by strange inwar,
fluttering, which l feel to my fingers
ends; and then a faintness, almost, bu
not quite, amounting to a fainting fit"
Sir William Chant put another ques
tion or two as to symptoms, and ther
passed on to another phase.
How frequently do you have these at
tacks?"
Very seldom indeed. I've only ha,
about a dozen in all. The first time wa
after boating, when l was an under
graduate at Oxford; the last time wa
yesterday evening and that covers goo,
many years, you perceive"
Yesterday evening ~ repeated the doc
tor, struck with the remark
I'm going home we got into a crow,
collected at a fire. l ran, and otherwis
exerted myself, and the attack came on
And sometimes, l expect, it has com
on from mental emotion?"
Eyes, more frequently so. What d,
you make of it, Sir William"
Sir William Chant smiled, rose an,
took some instruments from a drawer il
his table. you must let me test you
organs a little before 1 can give you al
answer"
The examination, slight one, wa
soon over, and the gentlemen sat, eacl
in his chair, facing one another as be
fore.
"Well?" said the dean, for Sir William
did not speak. Am 1 in danger"