The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1908-10-27
CHAPTER V.

The Leslie Somers had taken fur
nished house for the season, and had
brought down their own servants.
The house stood, surrounded by a
beautiful garden, just outside the
village, close to the sea, and DR.. Man
sell left Mrs. Somers and the boy at
the garden gate, which they had
reached, fortunately, without encoun-
tering anyone.
II am private physician to Lord
Wartlebury at present" he explained
by the way. "He has just purchased
large steam yacht in which I am
bound to accompany him to the ends
Of the earth, which is to be our des-
tination, believe! You may have
noticed the yacht this morning,
anchored out in the bay. We put in
here for water, and / came on shore
to stretch my legs, which were some
what cramped by the close quarters
on board"
THANK heaven for sending you'll"
Mrs. Somers calculated
When they reached the gate DR..
Mansell said, II will leave you here.
Do pray go and rest, and eat if you
can. You must keep up your strength
and spirits. l see you don't want to
think about yourself, but it is very
necessary, and you must. Excuse my
authoritative manner" he added,
with frank and genial smile. at
is part of my profession, you know,
and there will be no time lost, for
am going straight off to the yacht at
once to tell Lord Wartlebury what
has happened, and get men to search
the heath. / will go to the station,
also, and make inquiries there my
SELF And know Lord Wartlebury
will do what he can. He's the kind
est old man alive"
Mrs. Somers accepted this kind
offer of further assistance without
any affectation of reluctance. Her
need was too great to think of such
thing, and, besides, there was some
thing in Dr. Mansell's way of taking
the responsibility on his own shout
ders, which made his doing SO seem
less favor to herself than a duty to
| society at large.
sVery thankfully, then, she confded
in his strength, and prepared to obey
him. She did all that he had sug-
gested TO keep up her own strength,
but the all was not sufficient to dis
tract her attention during the in
terval that necessarily elapsed before
he could return to report progress,
and the torment of those long mo-
ments of suspense and inaction was
such as she had not hitherto thought
1T possible for mortals to endure
She had read often enough, though,
in sensational stories, of the suffer
ings of heroes and heroines under the
influence of poignant anxiety, and
had even sympathized with what they
felt to a certain extent, but such sym
| pathy had merely caused her thrill
of pleasurable interest, very different
from the ache, ache, ache of the ter
rible dread that now beset her.
She wondered how she could ever
have read of such things to enjoy
them, and. really, when one comes %
think Of it, the want of imagination,
which enables us, by way of relaxa-
! ton, to contemplate our fellow-crea-
lures in the most painful positions, is
extraordinary.
| We're we ourselves placed in g.
cumstsnces which, in a book, jus,
suffice to fix our attention, they would
probably land us in lunatic asylum
optimists would argue that it is a
wise provision of nature, this inabil.
ity to realize, but pessimists might
quotk it triumphantIy to show how
alosel to the surface the savage in us
lis. and how we delight, SO far as we