The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1914-11-18

mead ana laughed. WOul0n mAA9
seeing that place for anything" she
1t In the world, Mr. EAstman!"
There isn't," he said. giO0mify, and
cooled by her mirth ut his expense he
sunk into dignifIed silence.
Presently the GIL allowed the pho
tographs to slip to the floor. while
dreamily out at the fleetfng scenery.
II she was familiar with the roads
hereabouts she might wonder ut the
route they were taking. but she said
nothing. and DR.. Eastman saw with
relief that they were nearing the gates
Of the sanitarium.
As they shot through the wide en-
trance and heard the heavy iron
gates clang menacingiy behind them
the girl whirled about with amaxed
face.
You have deceived me-" she said
CONTEMPORARY. why are you bring
ing me here?"
Trimble." begged the young doctor.
Il am quite calm, thank yOu, she
retorted. Remember. please. that I
am not Miss Trimble. never heard
of Miss Trimble. and the instant We
are within the doors y0nder ! shall
turn you over to the proper authors
ties'
"I hope you WILL" groaned the un-
happy doctor.
The taxicab rolled under the porte
cochere. The chauffeur opened the
door. DIR. Eastman stepped out, ana.
disdaining his offered hand. his COM
, panion slipped hastily past him and
at her heels that DIR. Widdle. who had
. been apprised OF their arrival ana
was coming down the corridor TO
meet them, saw them standing to-
gether.
well. well, well. my bonny Jean!"
cried the grizzled doctor. as he took
Miss Trimble into his ample embrace.
Thought you'd come and see your
! old uncle, eh?"
'.Uncle?' muttered the distracted
Eastman; ''the mans carrying the
farce too far" He STEPPED forward
why. hello there. Eastman!
greeted the specialist II was ex-
Here" replied the young doctor.
feebly.
The girl turned a pink face from
DIR. Widdle's shoulder. "Oh. Uncle
Sam. I've had such a dreadful time!
was waiting for Tom. and under
pretense Of being a real estate agent
he has driven me hereof all places
| in the world where 1 would be safest!
He's as insane as he can be-!
DR.. Widdle looked from the doc
tors handsome indignant countenance
to the disturbed lovely one on his
| shoulder.
Then deep rumbling roar OF
laughter echoed through the long
corridor of the sanitorium. $50 ne
thought you were Margaret Trtmble
Bless my soul, but that Is q good
| joke!'
man really understood what had hap
pened, and how he, through stupid
mistake, had entered the taxicab OF
Miss Jean Widcle, niece OF the great
specialist. who was waiting Tor her
| brother Tom, who was in a shop fur
ther down the street.
Then what has become OF Miss
Margaret Trimble?" asked DR.. East
man.
Before DIR. Widdle could frame q
reply q nurse came in and reported
| that Jonas smith wanted to- talk to
the specialist ''He telephones that
his ward. Miss Trimble, sailed for
Europe this morning. He has just
| discovered her flight"
DR.. Eastman was left along with
Jean Widd1e. Both stared out OF the
| window: then. as IL aware that more
agreeable views might be had within
the room. as by one accord their eyes
| turned until they met a long gaze
| II hope ,-ou will forgive me. .
pleaded the doctor. penitently.
"Yes" said Jean. gently. "O1
course, 1t was not your fault, and
really. Dr. Eastman, I thought I was
locked up with lunatic! When you
were ing-that-house-I real
i ly thought you had lost your reason
1 She laughed deliciously.
| DR.. Eastman Joined her nirth. but
he registered a resolve that later on
he would tell her that, although he
had not lost his reason. he had lost
his heart.-(Copyright, 1914. by the
Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.)
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