The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-08-28
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 The doctor stirred uneasily. matters stood he said. ''It was right you should know. There is always q fighting chance. If you get through this you should live many years"
 "What you have said will not wor- ry me-" the millionaire replied. have been treading narrow margins a good share of my life. Go aneao and do what you think is right, Bron- son. We are old friends. have everJ confidence in you.
 And there for the present the mat ter rested.
 So financial circles continued to be disturbed at intervals, and spencer Trask came and went, his face an ln- scrutable mask, his lips as uncoms municative as the lips Of a carVe1 head.
 And then one morning the doctor came to him hurriedly.
 There was something in his face, in the tone of his voice, that drew the rich mans attention.
 What's wrong with you, Bron-
 "It must be hope" laughed the doctor ''I'll go so far as to say. that your chances have increased 100 per cent in the last twenty-four hours.
 The capitalist nodded.
 "A handsome rise, he sa1d w neh do you want me 2?
 "Can YOU come Wednesday,"
 "Yes. My house has long been in order.'
 very well,'' said the doctor.
 The capitalist looked at him in- quiringly.
 T haven't quite lost the sense of curiosity he said. May I ask what has frightened your point of view ?"
 The doctor shook his head.
 That's a professional secret at present" he said. "I fully expect to tell you all about it later"
 And then came the morning on the operating table.
 The hour had come quickly and Spencer Trask met it stoically. He even met it with smile.
 ''It will not take long" said Bron- son encouragingly.
 Don't hurry on my account, said the patient. a white capped nurse took his place. Spencer Trask had mild prejudice against nurses. Perhaps he couldn't explain the cause, but. the prejudice existed.
 Somehow this nurse seemed differ ent from the others. She was not young but her face was bright and an1n1dIeO ana HeT eyes were lII0 dIIOI clear. Those fine eyes were watch ing him closely, but in such friend ly way.
 The nurse had taken a low seat by his side and now and then she pass ed her cool hand across his forehead with a soothing gesture. And she talked to him in low, pleasant voice. She talked about California-she seemed to know he had been there recently-and she talked we'll, holding his attention with her words and her animated face and her soothing voice.
 He had experienced a sharp sting in his side soon after she began talk ing. but it lasted only moment. And then all at once he felt a peculiar calm come over him. He seemed to be indifferent to anything that might occur. His mind was busy with the effort to catch what that p1easant-faced young woman was say ing in that very soothing voice.
 And then quite suddenly he remem- bered something. It was strange he hadn't thought of it before.
 He asked tba question with his
 When will they begin?'' he asked.
 The nurse had bent to catch the words.
 They have finished she softly replied.
 And then he was in bed and very tired. and the face of the nurse sway ed d little and grew dim and he was asleep.
 When he awoke his friend, the doc tor was standing near
 'sYou are doing very nicely" the doctor told him, and I see many useful years ahead of you"
 The patient tried his voice. He was glad it responded so readily.