Gunnison news-champion., 1907-06-14

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YUo days after the fuDsrol HOS
asAres, hovs Bed tSe bad osteFee a.
thsnSs at the Sands pssautati0a pus ~
iheir everyday c0adtasoa- f~.~aD
S.sds. ancies. saats and cSas1ne he1
arranged TO selcoue ses ana ,e try
ns escrS useans In ths..s p-swcr 20 coAa
back her hssi mina- They assured
Bok that barring the shss,1cc d
!sel.lzhs sataer. Gotses. and s.s.ss.
there weald no; ss memory -Eeesiler
missing bob and has vie laade1
fro0 The river packet al the foo' ~
she drivesay. which led straight from
the landing 10 the vine-coverca. white
piilasS.d portico. Bob's agony must
have been awful ~hea his vile clap
sd her hands in childish joy a. she
exclaimed. "Oh. Bob. VIA; . pretty
place" She gave ne sign that she
had ever seen he erea; entrance.
through which she had come and gone
from her babyhooa. bob took her TO
the library. to her mothers room, 10
her own. TO the nursery where we're
the dolls and TOYS of her childhood.
buf there came no sign of recognition.
nothing but childish pleasure. She
lacked at her auRts and uncles and
u. fsA
her life. he~ildered at finding 50 many
strangers in the Otherwise quiet place.
As las; hope they led in her old black
foster-mother. vino had nursed her tR
baDyhOod who Was the companion of
her childhood and the pet Of her
womanhood. There vas not dry eye
In the library when she met the old
mamny outburst of JOY with the puz-
cleo gaze of the child who does not
understand The grief of the old ne
gress was pitiful as she realized that
she was a stranger To her honey
bird" The child seemed perplexed
at her grief II was plain To all that
the Sands home meant nothing TO che
last of the judges family
Bob brought her back to New York
and besought the aid of the medical
experts Of America and Of the Old
World to regain that which had been
recalled by it's Maker The doctors
were Fascinated with this new phase
Of mind blight, for in some particulars
8culah's case was unlike any known
instances. but none gave hope All
agreed that some wire connecting
heart and brain had burned out when
the cruel system" threw ON . voltage
beyond the wires capacity to trans
nit. All agreed that the woman child
wife would never grow older unless
through some mental eruption beyond
human power to produce Some Of
the medical men pointed to one posi-
bility. but that one was too terrible
for Bob To entertain.
The first anniversary Of their mar
riage found Bob and his wife settled
in their new Fifth avenue mansion.
He had bought and torn down two
old houses between Forty -secOnA and
Forty-third streets and had erected q
palace. the inside of which vas unique
among all New York's unusual struc-
tures. The first and second hoOrs
were all that refined taste and unlim-
tied expenditure of money could pro
duce. Nothing on those splendid
noors told Of the strange things above.
A sedate luxury pervaded the drawing
rooms. library, aad dining room.
Bob said to me. in taking me through
them, Some day, Jim. Beulah may
recover, may come back to me. and
want to have everything Ms she would
wish everything as she would have
had IL II the curse had never come
The third floor was Beulah's. A child's
dainty bedroom: two nurses rooms
adjoining: a nursery with child's
small schoolroom and a big playroom.
with dolls and doll houses, child's
toys Of every description in abandon.
as though their owner were in fact
but few years old. Across the hall
were three Offices. exact duplicates a.
mine. Bob's. and Beulah Sands "a,
Randolph Randolph's. When FIRST
saw them it was with dificulty that |
brought myself to realize that ! was
not where the gruesome happenings
Of . year before had taken p'ace. Bob
had reproduced to the minutest de-
tails our downtown workshop. Stand
ing in the door of Beulah Sands Of
flee ! faced the fiat desk at which she
had sat the afternoon when | first saw
that hideous result of the work Of the
System" | could almost see the lit
tie gray figure holding the afte noon
paper. In horror my eyes sought the
foor At the side of the chair in search
OF Bob's agonized face and uplifted
hands. As stood for the first time
in the middle of Bob's handiwork, I
seemed to hear again those awful
groans.
Jim" Bob said, Il have haunt
ing idea that some day Beulah will
wake and look around and think she