Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-02-27

He is the only doctor you can call upon now.
Keep him cheerful, if you can; the mind is an
important remedial agent. That's Gods way
of giving medicine and healing things that man
cannot get att"
That was what the doctor had said not the
other lying thing, but thatl And she had
chosen to keep him cheerful elected to
keep his mind at ease, by forbidding his
friends to come to him. by turning him over to
the charge of an ungrateful servant, and then
going her own way, untrammeled, uncarIng-
alonel
She had accepted the doctors assurance that
there was no longer any need for him to CALL no
longer any hope of improvement, accepted it
greedily, heartlessly not with any rebellion
not with any effort to fight against it, any desire
to try and try and try to the last. as woman
who cared surely would have done,-she had
accepted it. made capital of it. and from that
hour to this no doctor had ever again been
called in to examine. to advise to give any
further opinion on the easel
A strong surge of fierce resentment, of deep
determination, swept over his spirit as he re-
membered that. and he struck his thin hands
together and squeezed them until the knuckles
cracked. He would have a doctor called in to-
morrow! He had been a weak fool to let her
have her sway like this, to offer no objection
put forth no demand for medical attendance
True it was because he had heard DR.. Har-
rowby's candid verdict on the hopelessness of
the case and knew that the verdict was never
meant for his ears. that he had never urged
calling him again; but. If she had really cared
she wouldn't have needed thatl Her heart
would have dictated it-her heart without
waiting for some one to suggest!
And thousand hearts are pIunging
To love they'll never meet.
In the land where the dead dreams go!"
The memory of the song came back to him
with pang of deeper bitterness, stronger tide
of self pity flowed over his soul. and he turned
his face to the wall with cry of mental anguish
and rush of blurring tears.
And the night deepened and the darkness
thickened, and the slow hours went-and there
was not even Ojeebi now to lessen the loneliness
and the monotony or break the stiffness with a
spoken word.
SOMEWHERE in the quiet of he night a
- clock struck eleven. He turned on his pill
low at the sound of it with the consciousness of
having been asleep. the consciousness of being
alone: yet not alone, as though some other pres
ence was in the ROOM felt, though unseen, and
he swept searching glance as far round as the
position of the bed would allow.
There nothing and no one to be seen
however The lamp still burnt on the table
across the room, just as Kit had left it, and
what little he could see of the upper part of the
door, by looking over his head, sufficient to
assure him that it was still closed.
A sudden thought came to him. He had told
her that he did not wish anybody with him,
now that Ojeebi had gone but perhaps she had
sent one of the other servants up; perhaps
who's there?" he called out softly,
scious that some presence was there. Don't
sit where l can't see you: it makes me nerv-
GUS
Nobody answered, nobody stirred.
Do you hear what | say" he shouted out
irritabv. "Who is it? Who's there!"
This time there response-but not in
words sharp shrill sound, queer, uncanny
sound which was part whistle and part chirp,
whipped through the room and with it a noise
like the padding of bare feet in the angle he
could not
A swift prickle of goosefesh darted up his
spine and along the backs of his hands and fled
like finger touches up his temples to his hair.
Some body there, some presence, some
thing which moved and responded to his outcry
in a manner not human and while he did not
for moment believe in the supernatural
whoever you are, whatever you are, come
out of that" he shouted, twitchng his body
upward until it rested on one elbow. DO you
hear me. Come out, or"
THE sentence ended abruptly in one great
gulping cry of fright and loathing: for at
his call the padding footsteps slipped nearer.
the whistling chirp shrilled out again, and
round the angle of the bed into the glow of the
lamplght moved with a slow, souching gait,
the hunched shoulders. the hairy head, and the
lissome body of an Indian ape.
Throughout all his life congenital antipathy
to, deadly loathng and horror of all creatures
of the monkey family had lain in Lessington's
being. implanted there by the mother who bore