Gilpin observer., 1914-12-17

route they were taking. but she said
nothing, and Doctor Eastman saw
with relief that they were nearing
the gates of the sanatorium
AS they shot through the wide en-
trance and heard the heavy iron gates
clang menacingly behind them the
girl whirled about with amazed face.
You have deceived me-" she said
contemptuously. "Why are you bring
ing me here?"
Please, please calm yourself, Miss
Trimble," begged the young doctor.
Il am quite calm, thank you" she
retorted Remember, please. that
am not Miss Trimble. l never heard
of Miss Trimble. and the instant we
are within the doors yonder l shall
turn you over to the proper authori-
ties"
Il hope you will" groaned the un-
happy doctor.
The taXicab rolled under the porte
cochere. The chauffeur opened the
door Doctor Eastman stepped out,
and, disdaining his offered hand, his
companion slipped hastily past him
and ran into the house He was so
close at her heels that Doctor Widdle,
who had been apprised of their arrival
and was coming down the corridor to
meet them. saw them standing to-
gether.
We'll, 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 fart" He stepped forward
"Why, hello there, Eastman!" greet
ed the specialist 81 was expecting
you, but-where is Miss Trimble?"
Here" replied the young doctor.
feebly.
The girl turned a pink face from
Doctor W:ddle's shoulder. "Oh, Uncle
Sam, I've had such a dreadful time!
This-this man entered my taxi while
I was waiting for Tom, and under
pretense of being real estate agent
he has driven me hereof all places
in the world where would be safest!
He's as insane as he can BEL"
Doctor Widdle looked from the doc
tors handsome indignant countenance
to the disturbed lovely one on his
shoulder
Then a deep rumbling roar of
laughter echoed through the long cor
ridor of the sanStorium. $50 he
thought you were Margaret Trimble
Bless my soul, but that is a good
joke!"
1t was some time before Doctor
Eastman really understood what had
happened, and how he. through a
stupid mistake. had entered the taxi
cab of Miss Jean Widdle. niece of the
great specialist, who was waiting for
her brother Tom, who was in a shop
farther down the street
Then what has become of Miss
Margaret Trimble?" asked Doctor
Eastman.
Before Doctor Widdle could frame a
reply 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 dis.
covered her flight"
Doctor Eastman was left alone with
Jean Widdle. Both stared out of the
window; then, as if aware that more
agreeable views might be had within
the room, as by one accord their eyes
turned until they met in long gaze
II hope you will forgive me-" plead
ed the doctor, penitently.
YES" said Jean. gently. "Oi
course, it was not your fault. and
really, Doctor Eastman. thought
was locked up with lunatic. When
you were Observation-Disclosures
real thought you had lost your rea
sonE She laughed deliciously.
DSctor Eastman joined her mirth
but De registered resolve that later
on he would tell her that, although
he had not lost his reason, he had
lost his heart