Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1912-10-27

isn't, though personally l should prefer being
dead to being blind. 1t may not be even that
if Mckinney gets here in time. he promised
to start Immediately. You know, His Lordship
is unconscious; that's one thing in our favor.
He's quiet. and Pm just going up to keep him
until Mckinney arrives. If he begins to move
his eyes about the whole thing will be up"
Left to themselves they gathered more
closely about the fire and waited with what
self command they might for the coming OF the
great man from Dublin. The rain and the wind
were as wild as they had been all day, but the
darkness without the house and the shadow OF
death within made them seem doubly remorse'
less.
John roamed through the house like Gagged
beast. He started at every sound, at every
movement. Sometimes he went up to listen at
Pats door; sometimes he shut himself into his
room and drank. But he always came back to
Jarvis Burke and the Forbeses at the fireplace,
and always he talked of the detection of the
criminal. Despite all his resolves, all his sense
of danger, he could not keep away from the
topic 1t was rather difficult for the others.
He did not know that his brother was sup.
posed to have been mistaken for himself, and
no one cared to enlighten him.
The terrified servants were gradually re-
stored to some semblance of order, and the
household swung back into it's accustomed
round. There was dinner at which little was
eaten and less was said. DIR. Mcguire, sum-
moned to this meal, reported that things up
stairs were quite unchanged. Her Ladyship
was still beside her husband and His Lord
ship, though apparently unconscious from the
effects of conclusion, shock and drugs,
seemed to know when she was near him and
to miss her when she moved. DR.. Mcguire
ate hurriedly and heartily and went back to
his patient.
Meanwhile Dorothy underwent progressive
and heartbreaking torture as she looked at
her husbands quiet body and disfgured face.
Now that the bleeding was checked she could
see the extent of his injuries. Only a few
little pin pricks they seemed. DR.. Mcguire had
picked the shot out of those on the forehead
and the left side of the face. But there were
three little fecks Of red in the left eyelid. one
on the right. 1t was the only mark on the
right side Of the face. And it might mean SO
much. DIR. Mcguire left these untouched.
"There is a chance" he told Dorothy, "that
haps the eyes themselves are not seriously in
volved. We can only wait for Mckinney"
And so she waited. There was nothing else
to do except from time to time to wipe away
the blood, which welled slowly through the
quiet lashes.
And this was the Homecoming to which she
had looked forward with such contradictory
emotions. She had dreaded it and yet desired
II. 1t would, at least, put an end to her uncer-
tainty, for, against all reason and all evi.
dence, she had still doubted. She knew that
her father had never trusted John, and some.
times she had been able to believe that some
how Pat would explain, would make things
right again, would take away the load which
lay upon her heart and made hope and happi.
ness, almost life itself, impossible.
And now Pat had come home, and all these
torments were little and insignificant beside
the two great fears that he brought with him.
She no longer asked herself whether he had
deceived her, she almost no longer cared; other
questions tortured her. Would he liver
Would this horrible stiffness ever pass avay
from his long, slim body? Would he Gee?