Bisbee daily review., 1911-07-23


 oughly frightened when the great specialist pronounced roughly. There's nothing the matter with your-eyes. madam, except that you've done your best to cry them out of your head. Whats the trouble?"
 To her own astonishment. she an swered meekly. like a schoolgirl, T II qsarreled with my sweetheart"
 A faint smile turned the corners of the stern mouth.
 Weu, make up with hiIa and save your eyes"
 He turned to touch the bell, but she sprang forward hastily.
 "Oh, don't make me go-until he comes-that's why came-it's Brant Fordi"
 The great doctor .hesitated. After a second he said kindly, T am sorry. Miss Thurston. but I cannot let you stay. must ask you not to meet Mir. Ford yet. Much depends upon his nervous condition"
 "Oh, Doctor Norton. couldn't I just see him? I'll promise not to speak one word!"
 He smiled into the beautiful. plead ing face.
 Very well. sit there in the corner, and don't even breathe"
 Several other cases were examined, and then the doctor came to her side.
 T am truly sorry that I cannot let you speak to Mir Ford, Miss Thurs ton" he said gently, but if there is some brief message you could write for me to read to him-that is, if think 1t wise"
 The quick tears filed Cla4r's eyes, and her sensitive face flushed How could she write anything-tbe only words she wanted to write were i'm possible-then she held out her hand for the card and pencil and wrote rap idly
 The doctor read silently.
 That seems absolutely harmless, 2 he pronouaced 5udicially. T see noth- ing in that 10 excite him"
 When Brant, pale and thin, with bsndaged eyes, was led into the room, the trembling girl could hardly recog. nise the staiwsrt young fellow of six months before.
 You aren't gaining" declared the doctor, half-angrily. I can't do what want to do with your eyes until your general health is better. Why don't you gain faster?"
 ITO tell the truth. Doctor" the young man replied quietly, T received some pretty hard knocks six months ago, besides those I got in that auto smash. I'm trying to pull myself to- gether again, and I'll do my best to gain"
 "Um, um." muttered the doctor, I've a message for you, NIT. Ford, wait till I write a note to Doctor Cartwright to give you a prescription for a tonic and I'll read the message 10 you"
 Clair pressed her cIasped hands against her heart as the doctor read her brief message.
 The effect upon his patient was cleo tricaL He sprang to his feet and tore sayagely at the bandage over his eyes.
 Hold on." shouted the doctor. stop that, Do you want to ruin every chance of"
 He forced the young man back into the chair.
 Doctor" begged Ford, "1s that note genuine? Are you sure-sure it comes from Miss Thurston herself?"
 Positively sure-I saw her write it, not an hour ago. She wanted to wait here to see you"
 Brant smiled radiantly.
 Its all right, Doctor Norton. I shall gain now. You needn't bother Doctor Cartwright about the tonic-Fve got a better onei"
 Doctor Norton rang the bell for Brant's attendant. and few minutes later dismissed Clair with a few eau tions and some good advice.
 Then he picked up the card and read the mysterious message several times, frowningly perplexedly.
 'Brant: Some one has flown over the Tower of Pisa. Blessed be that avia- tor, CLAIR"
 Then his face cleared and he laughed softly. Tt looked innocent enough, but evidently in some way I've been made Cupid's messengers new role for mel"