Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1913-07-10

worth saving? looking down upon
him critically, and watching his
scowling, sin-steeped countenance.
IT will return shortly" / said to
him, crossing to the door.
He nodded in assent, his eyes fol
lowing every movement that I made.
When l had opened it he found the
strength to scream at me, to sit up
in bed suddenly, and point with one
long shaking finger to the medicine
vial, which I still held in my hand.
"What-what-"
IT am taking this away"
"To put something in 1t! My God!
/ see now you are
I went back to his bedside. AT my
touch upon his shoulder he fell back
into recumbent position, as though
I had struck him down to 1t.
"You must not excite yourself In
this way" I said, very sternly; ''if
you value your life, you risk it's last
chance-do you hear me?-your last
chance, by going on in this insane
fashion. I must take the medicine
away; have no faith in it. am very
sure it is doing you more harm than
good. 1 will not even trust you with
it whilst I am down stairs"
ri will not touch it when-when It
comes back again. Not II" he gasp
ed out.
Touch nothing more in this
house." I said.
He struggled into a sitting posi-
ton again, till put him gently back
into his place. On his face I saw the
warning which I had conveyed
which I thought it my solemn duty to
convey-take effect at once. 1t had
hardly seemed possible for those
features to assume a more unearthly
greenish hue than they had hitherto
presented, but they did. | was con-
scious at once that / had said too
much; that as regards this sufferer |
had made a mistake. | FASTENED to
rectify 1t so far as it lay in my power.
"You must rely implicitly upon my
advice, | mean" I said Il shall
change your medicine, your dfet, as
well as I shall change your home.
will do everything that is possible to
save you-and I think it is possible
to save you-but you must help me
by your self-repression and your i'm
plicit obedience. Otherwise, I fail. -
/ said this very earnestly with
my eyes fixed on him, as mesmerist
might have done, and he succumbed
slowly to my force of will. He seem
ed to cover from me at last.
Very WELL" he said.
"Keep quiet till return"
IT will"
I went from the room and closed
the door upon him. Had there been
a key in the lock l should have lock-
ed him in, so little trust had even
then in his word. I descended the
stairs in the darkness to the room on
the ground floor; l knocked, and re-
ceiving no response to enter turned
the handle and went into the parlor
unlimited.
I had expected to find the room
empty, and Della Nash gone, but she
ws3 sitting at the table, before a
desk, writing rapidly, her bonnet
and mantle lying on the floor at her
feet, where she bad flung them in
her new determination not to leave
the house. She did not look up as |
entered, but continued to write on in
great haste. She was a fluent CORE
spondent, it was evident, and with no
lack of inspiration; the pen Travelled
over the paper with a rapidity that
seemed marvellous to me. She was
very white, and the face was hard
set-the face of a woman who had
made up her mind as to the next step
to be pursued.
When I was standing at her side,
she looked at me for the first time,
resolute and defiant, and with a con-
tempt it was not pleasant to confront
on the face of a beautiful woman
Her demeanor took me off my
guard, and for little while I did not
speak could only look back at her.
well" she said, ARE you salts
fed?"
mo, madame; far from satisfied"
Have you come to me for further
explanation"
For the fullest information, /
said, recovering myself.
you must ask 1t of your friend
George Fairfax; not of me. | am not
likely to exchange many words with
you; rest assured of that"
Are you writing to him?"
81 am
And telling him that am here?"'
Yes"
stairs?"