Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-10-13
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sense of coolness or re pose had come to the man whose rack, cd body had been tenderly borne there in the snowy dawn which saw the blackened ruins of Aniston's most per. feet ediflee
 Hugh had sunk into unconsciousness with the awe struck exclamation ring. ing in his ears. Good God. it's Harry Sanderson" He had drifted back to conscious knowledge with the same words racing in his brain. They i'm piled that so far as capture went the old, curious resemblance would stand his friend till he betrayed himself or till the existence of the real Harry Sanderson at Smoky Mountain did so for him. The delusion must hold till he could have himself moved to some place where his secret would be safer, till he could get away.
 This thought grew swiftly para mount it overlapped the rigid agony of his burns that made the bed on which he lay fiery furnace; it gave method to bis every word and look. He took up the difficult part and. after the superficial anguish dnlled, com plained no more and successfully coun- forfeited cheerfulness and betterment. He said nothing of the curiously re- current and sickening stab of pain. searching and deep seated, that took his breath and left each time an in- .creasing giddiness. Whatever inner hurt this might betoken. he must hide 1t the sooner to leave the hospital, where each hour brought nearer the in- evitable disclosure. .
 He thanked fortune now for the chapel game. Few enough in Aniston would care to see the unfrocked, dis graced rector of St. James. He did not know that the secret was Bishop Lud- lows own until the hour when he opened his eyes after a ftful sleep upon the latter's face,
 The bishop was the first visitor, and 1t was his first visit, for he had been in distant city at the time of the fire. Waiting the waking, he had been mys- tiled at the change few months had wrought in the countenance of the man whose disappearance had cost him so many sleepless hours. The months of indulgence and rich living on the money he had won from Harry-had taken away Hugh's slightness, and his fuller cheeks were now of the contour of Harry's own. But the bishop dis tinguished new lines in the face on the pillow, an expression unfamiliar and puzzlng. The frmness and strength were gone, and in their place was a haunting something that gave him a fitting suggestion of the discarded that he could not shake off.
 Waking, the unexpected sight of the bishop startled Hugh To the good mans pain he had turned his face away.
 My dear boy" the bishop had said. they tell me you are stronger and bet ter. l thank God for it!''
 He spoke gently and with deep feel ing. How could he tell to what ex- tent he himself, in mistaken severity, had been responsible for that unaccus toned look? When Hugh did not an- swer the bishop misconstrued the si fence. He leaned over the bed. The big cool hand touched the fevered one on the white coverlid, where the ruby ring glowed, a coal in snow.
 Harry" he said, you have suffered -yeu are suffering now. But think of me only as your friend I ask no questions. We are going to begin where we left off,
 T would like to do that" said Hugh ito begin again. But the chapel is gone"
 Never mind that" said the bishop cheerfully. You are only to get well. We are going to rebuild soon, and we