The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1915-11-04

| boys wild attachment toward herself.
him straight it was she. And then
Tom, DEAR" she said, rubbing her
cheek against his own, Il remember
something now which / had totally
forgotten. l had the strangest and
most dreadful dream the other night.
time when Jim lay dying. 1t comes
back to me now so wildly.
Il seemed to be lying somewhere
lin space. There was nothing around
me, and, although / was fully con-
scious of my own existence, | seemed
to have no body. And then it came
to me that this was that place. or con-
dition, where dismembered souls col
lect, awaiting their summons either
to heaven or TOTO some of many 9TH
er possible destinations, Tom.
Then, as | stood there, seemed
to realize that Jim was with me. He
was very much astonished at finding
me there.
Why, Polly he said, don't you
know that you are not to pass over
for nearly year more?'
Il was so terrified l did not know
what to do or how to answer him.
Yes, Polly he said, your time on
earth will be up year from next
week Unless
And here his voice became SO
vague and indistinct that ! could I'M
derstand nothing. When l heard him
again, he was telling me how he died.
q wanted you ever since knew
you, Polly. DEAR he said. And / am
going to have you for my very own,
through all eternity
THAT will never happen, Jim,'
answered.
"'Oh. yes, it WILL he said, and.
more than that, you will De glad. Re-
member, year from next week."
Tom Raymond frowned impatiently.
"Of course, it may have been some
sort of inner perception that Jim was
dying" he answered. Il have no
doubt such things are possible. But
in dreams they become blurred and
distorted, and one must never rely
on such nonsense. Lose you in a
years time, indeed! I'd like to see
myself"
The house was strangely silent.
Upstairs there was no sound at all;
downstairs only that Of the man who
tramped slowly backward and for
ward in his library.
Mercifully he had forgotten his
wife's prediction. He was conscious
only of that agony of soul that Genes
when ones dearest is wrestling with
death.
The doctor came into the room, and
Tom Raymond spun round and faced
him.
Tell me the truth" he cried. rs
there any hope?"
YES" said the doctor, frankly.
There is hope. But it is very faint
one. You must be prepared for the
worst, Mr.. Raymond, and cannot
delude you with any false anticipa-
tons. Your wife is dangerously i'll.
She is at present sleeping. 1t all de-
ponds on the first rest
"And the child?"
"a splendid girl. She is doing fine
ly. have seldom seen a child so
healthy at BIRTH"
Tom Raymond groaned. At that
moment he felt utterly Indifferent to
his child. If only Polly lived! She
must live, for his sake.
The doctor took pity on the bag
gard man.
Il don't think there is any reason
why you should not sit by her bed
side. If you go up very softly" he
said.
Raymond assembled the stairs and
entered his wife's room on tiptoe. The
nurse rose from the bedside and laid
her finger ON her lips Raymond
crept to the chair which she had va
Gated and sat down.
Polly was sleeping, but it was more
correct to say that che was uncon-
scious. She was barely alive, and
her breast hardly stirred under her
light breathing. Her face was ashen,
her lips as pale as her cheeks.
Sometimes her husband was afraid
that she had ceased 20 breathe. The
hours went by. He still sat at her
side. Midnight sounded. He did not
move. With all his power he was will
ing that Polly should live. And so
the night passed, and gradually the
light of dawn began to penetrate the
room.
Suddenly the nurse started and
stepped to the sick woman's side.
Her trained ear had detected the lit
tie sound of awakening. Next mo-