Metropolis weekly gazette., 1914-12-25

route they we're 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 I
am not Miss Trimble. / 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.
well, well, we'll, my bonny Jeanl"
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," greet
ed the specialist. Il was expecting
you. but-where is Miss Trimble?"
Here" replied the young doctor.
feebly.
The girl turned q pink face from
Doctor Widdle's shoulder "oh. Uncle
Sam, I've had such q dreadful timei
This-this man entered my taxi while
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 sanatorium. $50 he
thought you were Margaret Trimble?
Bless my soul. but that 10 good
joke!"
It 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 shop
farther down the street.
"Then what has become OF Miss
MAI fSdlti lIilubic- dShFu Dottoi
Eastman
Before Doctor Widdle could frame
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 IL aware that more
agreeable views might be had within
the room, as by one accord their eyes
turned until they met in long gaze.
Il hope you win forgive me-" plead
ed the doctor, penitently.
YES" said Jean, gently. "Of
course. 1t was not your fault, and
really. Doctor Eastman, | thought /
was locked up with lunatic! When
you were Observation-Disclosures
really thought you had lost your rea-
sonI" She laughed deliciously.
Doctor Eastman joined her mirth,
but he registered resolve that later
on he would tell her that, although
he had not lost his reason. he had
lost his heart.