The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1915-09-25

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"Mr. Candy. you sent me a message
by Gabriel Betteredge"-
He left of picking his fingers and
suddenly frightened up.
Yes. yes, yesr' he exclaimed eager
ly. That's 1t! I sent you a message.-'
and Betteredge duly communicated
1t by letter." l went on. you had
something to say to me the next time
l was in your neighborhood. Well,
Mr.. Candy, here j ann
Here you are.' echoed the doctor.
"And Betteredge was quite right. 1
had something to say t o you. That
was my message
He dropped into silence and began
picking at his fingers. R~ecollecting
what 1 had heard from Betteredge
about the effect Of the fever on his
memory, I went on with the converse
ton In the hope that 1 might help him
at starting.
It's q long time since we met" l
said. I'VE last saw each other at the
last birthday dinner my poor aunt was
ever to give"
"Ah, the dinner, the dinner nj Lady
V~erinder's" he exclaimed eagerly. II
nave got something to say to you about
that"
his eyes looked at me with the pain
ful expression of inquiry, so wistfui,
so vacant, so miserably helpless to see.
He was evidently trying hard, and try
ing In vain, to recover the lost recol-
lection. 1T was a very pleasant din
ner,' he burst out suddenly, with an
air Of saying exactly what he had
wanted to say. "A very pleasant din
ner, Mr.. Blake, wasn't it?' He nod
ded and smiled and appeared to think,
poor fellow. that he had succeeded in
~concealing the total failure of his men,
DRY by a well timed exertion Of his
W presence of mind.
1t was so distressing that / at once
rose to take leave. AS we shook hands
Mr. candy reverted to the birthday
festival of his own accord.
Il am glad we have met again." he
said. Il had it ON my mind-I really
had 1t on my mind, Mr.. Blake, to speak
TO you-about the dinner at Lady We
FINDERS, you know. A pleasant din
ner-really a pleasant dinner, now,
wasn't it?'
On repeating the phrase he seemed
to feel hardly as certain of having pre-
vented me from suspecting his lapse
of memory as he had felt on the first
occasion. The wistful look clouded
his face again, and, after apparently
designing to accompany me to the
street door, he suddenly changed his
mind, rang the bell for the servant
and remained In the drawing room.
l went slowly down the doctors
stairs, feeling that he really had some
thing to say which it was vitality i'm
portant to me to hear and that he was
incapable Of saying it.
Just as l had reached the bottom of
the stairs and had turned a corner on
my way to the outer hall a door OPEN
ed softly somewhere ON the ground
floor of the house, and a gentle voice
said behind me-,
Il am afraid, sir, you find Mr.. Candy
sadly changed"
l turned round and found myself face
to face with Ezra Jennings.
Are you walking my way, Mr.. Jen-
nings?' l said, observing that he held
his hat in his hand. II am going to
call on my aunt. Mrs. A~blewhite."
We left the house together.
Judging by the change 1 see in
him." / began. "Mr. Candy's illness
must have been far more serious than
/ had supposed"
at is almost a miracle" said Ezra
Jennings. that he lived through it,"
SIS his memory never any better than
/ have found it today? He has been
trying to speak to me-
"Of something which happened be-
fore he was taken ill.," asked the as
sistant, observing that I hesitated.
II believe l have a strong interest"
l said, lin tracing the lost remem
brance which Mr.. Candy was unable
to recall. May I ask whether you can
suggest to me any method by which |
might assist his memory?'
Ezra Jennings looked at me, with a
sudden flash of interest in his dreamy
brown eyes.
"Ir. Candy's memory is beyond the
reach of assistance" he said. 81 have
tried to help it often enough since his
recovery to be able to speak positively
on that point. 1t has often occurred
to me in the course of my medical
practice TO doubt whether we can jus
tifiably infer in cases of delirium that
the loss of the faculty of speaking con-
nectedly implies OF necessity the loss
of the faculty of thinking connectedly
as well. Poor Mr.. Candy's illness gave
me an opportunity of putting this
doubt to the test. | understand the art
of writing in shorthand. and l was
able to take down the patients wan
behring's exactly as they fell from his
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