The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1911-08-24

pocket, an electric watch, very thin
and exquisitely made, but unmarked.
1t was still ticking unsteady / found
also gold cigarette-case, and match
box, also unmarked; withered rose
in his buttonhole, a handkerchief that
smelled family OF thyme; a small
pocket flask, much broken cigar; a
small cork with couple OF pins stuck
in 1t Il remember this struck me as
being rather a happy idea), silver
key-ring, with two Yale lock keys on 1t,
and a tiny pair OF folding nail clip
pers. None of his garments was
marked with a name; his underclothes,
1t is true, had some laundry identi-
ficatfons in red thread, but that was
all. 1t was impossible at that time to
discover who he had been, and what
he had looked like. And it was equally
impossible that any one, even II his
sweetheart, should wish to look at what
had been his head and face And
the girl showing no further sign Of
returning consciousness took my
spade, dug a great hole in the beach,
and buried him. And / gathered to-
gether and hid away all the fragments
OF the poor fellows monoplane that
could find. l should have to tell her,
of course. But 1t seemed better that
there should be nothing whatever left
for her own eyes to see.
The next day. little before noon,
she opened her eyes for the first time.
These were beautifully blue, but enig-
matte like gems, and little bloodshot
in the whites, owing, l suppose, to
driving at high speed the night of her
accident, and without glasses. Her
first act was to burst into tears. And
| said to myself Poor thing, she has
remembered" But the opposite was
true. She was crying not for any
thing that had happened in the past,
but because In the present her head
ached and she was hungry and thirsty.
And this l discovered, not from what
she said. but by accident To give her
strong tea and dry bread toasted, i'm
mediately she came to, was an aid to
the injured on which had long since
decided. And the moment | appeared
with them her crying came to an
abrupt end, and she smiled, and gave
me look Of famished gratitude.
How do you feel?" / asked.
She did not answer. But she drank
the tea greedily. and ate all the toast.
Then she put her hands to her head,
and began to cry again; simply, like
a little child, and with all her hears.
She would not speak to me; but cried
h2rself to sleep. 1t was sleep this
time. not Inconsistencies. And she
slept soundly except for nightmares.
She would suddenly cry out as IL in
great fear, open her eyes, wide and
staring, but commandment, relax, and
keel over again, sound as log.
| About four O'Clock went for q short
stroll to think things over And when
, returned, she was awake and on her
| feet, dizzily busy among the tins and
jars that kept on a shelf called 1.-THE
Pantry"
GEORGE said, I'm glad to see
you up and about" She gave me q
! quick, dazzling smile, but did not
| speak. She was trying to get the cover
/ on jar Of strawberry jam.
Let me-" ! said But 1t would be
much better for you to begin ON some.
thing solid"
She let mo take the jar from her
hands, but watched the process OF
| opening II with greedy, suspicious
poutfng look. Seeing, however. that
meant her to have It, she smiled
again, and made sudden dart with
her fingers, right to the knuckles, into
the sticky stuff.
I've got spoons" said reproach