The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-12-05

H. JAMl ESON O1Q not 1nmG- diately return to his other du- ties. He knew that in this 4 case care and skill would for a time continue in demand. Lit tie sleep was accorded him during his first night. AmmonIa-whisky- what he had, he used to keep his pa dent alive; but morning came. and Dunwody still was living. Morphine now seemed proper to the backwoods physician. After this had done its work, so that his patient slept. he left the room and wandered dfscontentedly about in the great house, too. tired to wake. too strained to sleep.
 "Old-old-ft's an old. tumble down ruin. that's what it is,' he gr1mbled. Every thing in sixes and sevens-a man like that-and an ending like this to it alE What it needs here is a woman-all the time. for that matter. But this ones got to stay now--I don f care who she is. There must be some one here to run things for a month o' two. Besides she's got his life in her two hands some way. If she left now might as well shoot him at once Oh when I die want to go. to a woman less worid-no, l don't eitherP'
 His decision he at last announced ts Josephine herself when finally the lat ter appeared to make inquiry regarding the sick master of Tallwoods. !
 My dear girl said he. 'Mr Dun- wody is going to be very sick man.. He hasn't get any sort of proper care here. There's no one to run this place. and I can't stay here all the time my self. Even if l did stay all could do would be to give him dose of quinine or ealomei once in awhile. and that isn't what he needs. He needs some one to be around and watch after things. This whole place is sick, as much as the owner of it. I reckon you've got to help me. my dear"
 She looked at him, her large. dark eyes slightly contracting. making nei- ther protest nor assent. He drew long breath of satisfaction.
 Of course you'll stay he said 'It's the right thing to do. and we both know it. You don't want to kill man, no matter how much he desires or de serves it. l ask you to remain at least for q few days-or maybe weeks"
 Her eyes still were on his face. It was face fit for trust. Very we'll said she at length quietly. If you think it is necessary.'
 1t was thus that Josephine St. Auban became the head of 1aifwoods house hold. Not that week did she leave. nor the next. nor the one thereafter. The winter advanced. it was about to wane, and still she remained. Slowly the master advanced toward recovery. Meantime. under charge of the mis- tress. the household machine fell once more into proper ways The serv-
 v~Iu eo, the work of the spring somehow went on much as formerly. Everywhere there became manifest the presence of a quiet. strong. restraining and self re- strained influence.
 In time the doctor became lighter in his speech. iess frequent in his visits. ..You're not going to lose that musical leg. Dunwody.'' said he. If you re careful you'll have two feet for quite awhile yet to scome.'
 Dunwody at last reached the point of his recovery where he could grin at these remarks. put if anything he had grown more grim and silent than be- fore. Once in awhile his eyes would finger on the face of Josephine. Little speech of any kind passed between them. There were no callers at Tail woods, no news came. and apparently none went out from that place. it might have been a fortress. an island, a hospital. prison. all in one.
 At length Dunwody was able safely to leave his room and to take up q resting place occasionally in the large library across the ball. Here one day by accident she met him. 1t seemed to her that she saw the dnge of gray crawling little higher on his temples His face was not yet thin. yet in some way the lines of the mouth and jaw seemed stronger. more deeply cut. It was a face not suIlen, yet absorbed and. above all. full, now, of settled melancholy.
 'G0od morning. said he. smiling. as he saw her. Come in. 1 want to tai to you. But please don't resume our old argument about the compromise and about slavery and the rights of man. You've been trying-an these weeks when I've been down and help less and couldn't either fight or run away-to make me be a Bentonfte or, worse, an aboiitionist-trying. haven't you2 Please don't this morning. 1 don't want subjective thought. don't