Los Angeles herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1900-1911, 1909-03-21

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her head, those gentle eyes, and the
dull blue gown were the same; the
squire sighed, and, signing, sank to
sleep.
When the sick man woke the next
morning his head was certainly clear
er, and he looked eagerly about him,
but the visitor Of the preceding even
ing was gone. In her place stood an
elderly, clean-shaven man, who was
looking at him gravely.
"And how do you feel?" said he, his
hand upon the patients wrist.
"Oh," replied Wyland, wearily-he
was tired, and the mans manner Jared
on him-"T feel pretty mean, you
know. Guess l had nasty fall last
week.
Last week? Say two months ago.
Mr.. Wyland. But now you are getting
right again, and / shall leave you in
DR.. Lawe's hands with every conf
dence." The surgeon from London
stopped for moment to look In the
sick mans eyes. I'VE anticipate no
further trouble. Merely a matter Of
time, care and the completest rest"
He paused, the other seemed strange
ly inattentive. Then Wyland spoke,
drowsily, with a suspicion Of irritation
in his voice.
but where. ia the doctor?" he hest
tated, with nervous laugh, 1.-The ghost,
you know"
The doctors face grew grave. Once
again he stopped about his patient.
"Ghost, my dear sir? Merely a Gre
alton of your brain. I can assure you
that you need fear no further trouble
on that score. After an accident such
as yours one would be justified in see
ing hundred ghotss."
But the squire put aside the pro-
nun
ghost. l may be just bit shaky, but
1 guess she's been around here, and,
please heaven, I'll see her again. But,
of course, you don't know-how could
your"
The elder man smiled indulgently.
"Oh, the Halingdon family spook, my
dear sirl" said he with a shrug of his
shoulders. Its fame has reached be-
yond the country. I hope the grim old
lady will trouble your dreams no
more"
Wyland groaned, and something like
an oath escaped him. mo, no, not
that one," he murmured, 1.-THE other.
My own ghost-mine from the crown
of her head to the tips Of her buckled
shoes, brown eyes, blue gown and ALL
The doctor looked puzzled, then his
features relaxed. He had turned from
the sick man to door opening into
another.
your patient is tired, nurse; ne
needs all the sleep he can get. Per-
haps if you were to draw the curtains
he might
Wyland opened his eyes drowsily as
the doctor spoke, glanced at the wom-
an that glided softly past his bed, and
with an effort managed to raise him.
self upon his elbow.
Ibid you see her, slr?" he gasped.
"Did you see herr" There was q ring
of triumph in the weak voice.
above the middle height, with a pale
oval face, dark eyes and chestnut hair,
in a nurses blue Holland gown, white
apron and cap.
"That Ia Sister Clara, Mr.. Wyland.
When DR.. Lave wired for me to come
down here I Immediately applied for
help from London nursing home, and
a better nurse no patient could have
wanted"
For some moments the sick man was
speechless. but you don't know, doc
tor" he stammered, staring incredu-
lousy at the woman who had drawn
the curtain, "you don't understand
I've known her. Miss-Sister Clara, u
twelvemonth or more"
Contrary to the opinion of the Lon
don physician, Naunton Wyland made
an excellent patient as Sister Clara
found He never questioned her orders,
did his best to sleep, spoke but little
when awake, though his eyes followed
her everywhere-the wide gray eyes OF
a man who has stood on the threshold
of death.
It was on an evening late In January
when the twilight was gathering In
the best bedroom of the Red Lion, that
the annira who Waz fast aunrOach-