El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1913-01-02


w lowing morning, he did not so
in his automobile. For various reasons
he preferred to walk. First, he did
not wish the noise of the machine to
startle Beatrice Minor if she Glanced
to be asleep secondly, he wanted to
think, and he could always think best
when he was walking. Last evening
he had telephoned to his assistant In
town telling him to look after his prac-
tlce for a day or so longer, as he was
unavoidably detained in the country.
In DONG this he had acted on the i'm
pulse of the moment. and now ne was
trying to analyZe his feelings.
He knew that yesterday he had been
angry with the widow when he found
her on the Veranda talking with Paul
Maynard. He had thought then that
his indignation was due to his discov-
cry that she had set at naught his or
derS. The Indignation had remained
until he had been hastily summoned to
her bedside and he saw her in the COR
d1tion produced by an overdose of the
remedy which he had prescribed.
The Doctor Makes Amends.
But, he unused, was it cOmpunctiOn
that had touched his heart and stirred
his pity when he saw Beatrice Minors
weak and exhausted condition? Had
it been merely professional sympathy
that had made him kiss her poor little
cold hands2 Was it possible, he asked
himself harshly, that he, at his age,
was falling in love? He shook his
head with Impotence at the thought
But the Impotence slipped from him
as he entered the sick wOman's room.
she lay IN bed, very white and wan.
and, in her weakened condition, she
looked almost like a child. He said as
much as he greeted her.
II never knew before how much our
little Jean reSem DleS her mother, re
remarked gently. This morning you
seem more like her big sister than
like her parent"
Beatrice smiled family. Il feel she
said, like a small child who has been
naughty and has been punished, and is
pretty tired of the whole business"
Well you have not been naughty
said the man. You were only foolish
and reckless to get up when you did,
and was savage and let my temper
master me. Then that made your
head worse and you tried to find relief
by taking too much medicine. I sup
pose, he added, with an embarrassed
laugh, that you thought if one dose
helped a little, three doses would help
three times as much"
She Makes n Promise.
Again Beatrice smiled. Perhaps I
did" she admitted. I don't seem able
to remember the matter very clearly
except the pain All" she shuddered,
1T was intOlerable."
Dr. Haynes summoned Mary and told
her how to care for her mistress, who.
ne Sa1ds must lie perfectly still all day.
She is not really i'll any longer he
affirmed, but she is badly shaken Dy
yesterdays experience and needs quiet
and complete rest"
May see Helen if she comes over.
please2" pleaded the patient NY
throat is so well that I won't give her
anything from that trouble and ] do
want to see her"
1t was true that she wanted to see
Helen, chiefly because her friend could
tell her Of matters about which she
would not ask the physician-as for
instance, where Paul Maynard was,
and whether she had heard from Rob
minute.
Yes" he said finally. you may see
Mrs. Robbins If you promise to make
her do most Of the talking. I will tell
her to come in for half hour this
afternoon
Thus it happened that Helen Rob-
bins was sitting by the widows he'd
side when special delivery letter was
brought in by Mary and handed to the
widow the address side uDpermoSt.
Beatrice laid il aside hastily, but she
was sure her caller had in that short
instant recognized her uncle's chirog-
raphy.
The Guests Separate
Mrs. Robbins was enough a woman
of the world not to allow her out
ward equanimity TO be disturbed by any
inward suspicious.
Yes" she was saying at present
our jolly crowd seems to have thinned !
oUt-Dr Haynes leaves in the morn |
ing to be gone for two days-unless, !
Of course, you should be worse; Rob-
ert Maynard is still up in the noun |
tains; Mr.. MacAndreWs is off on a fish
ing trip, and Paul Maynard left this |
noon"
Beatrice started. WHAT" she asked. !
forcing herself to speak calmly. Has I
Paul Maynard gone away too27
He certainly has" her friend in !
formed her. He got some kind Of a /
telegram this morning that upset him; |
at least he looked as if it did
The sick woman said nothing. A dis /
appointed, depressed feeling assaiied |
her. and she sighed and closed her :
eyes. Paul had gone, and letter from I
Henry Blanchard had comet Helen /
seeing her change of express |
sion arose quickly.
MY dear" she said, Il believe that |
you need some more nOurishment, and. /
if you viii let me, / will go into your 1
kitchen and make you a milk punch /
in a jiffy."
AS soon as her friend had left the /
room, Beatrice tore open, with trem- |
bling hands the envelope which she /
had laid aside Henry Blanchard wrote \
that he was coming back sooner than 1
he had expected, that he would reach |
Pleasanton soon after his letter, and 1
that he would call on her Immediately
after his arrival in the village.