Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1915-10-31
,eet over the face was a mask.

'Desd7" whispered Rockwell.
NO" Whispered Onion. 81 sneaked in this
glass panel when they brought her In last last
which had been partltioned of in the corner.
They laid her out then. and doped her. and
morning. to begin life over again
Onion had approached the operating table,
and now he Stealthily lifted the mask from
my heavensr he gasped. stepping back in
whats the matterr' Rockwell was
nervously lingering his cheeks. as he looked
down at the still features
why, last night. when they put her on
with Bnow-white hairl Look at her nowP'
The woman, a remarkably handsome lady.
was apparently about fifty. Her cheeks were
Ro% OF SssR aer hf hair was
and a curling lock OF 1t lay over her round
tits the same woman, though" puzzled
Onion. II can tell by the earrings" he
lifted the sheet at one side.
Yes, it's the woman.
There's the ink stain on the side of her
4 little bell tinkled at the head of the
table. and at that sound Onion hastily re-
placed the sheet and the mask. and dragged
the nervous Cornelius into the little corner
enclosure. It's the nurse" he whispered.
Looking out through the glass panel they
saw Fannie Warden come in trim and pretty
in her stiff white uniform and white cap.
With business-like promptness. the nurse
which covered the operating table completely
She turned a button. and there was the whirr
lifted the cage to the ceiling, and Suppress
ing her giggle over the whimsical mummery
walked sedately out of the
And you say she was a withered. white:
haired old woman last nightT' demanded
Cornelius. trembling with eager excitement.
skinny" said Onioni walked with a cane,
waxy face. white as chalk. I'm 'goana quit
"And you say she's going out tomorrow
$40 begin life over again." repeated Onion
Jones Eolemnly.
It was ten-thirty-two exactly when Onion
Jones, the next morning. led Cornelius Rocke-
well on tiptoe into the mysterious ROOM and
lifted the mask This time 1t was Cornelius
who stepped back with an exclamation Of
establishment. The woman who lay there
golden hair. one curling lock of which lay
across her round. white neck young beau
ehseks. and the rich biood Of youth In her
ruby-tinted lips
"The same womanr faltered Rockwell.
unmistakablet He looked at the earrings.
the fair white hand which had exchanged
the Rngularity of fifty for the plumpness OF
Ink staini The highly Excited old millionsire
gave another keen scrutiny to the face The
wSss Even ry th s
since the day beforei On the fair white
The little bell tiniSled on the head of the
operating table and Cornelius, leaving Onion
Jones to replace the mask started on a tot
corner.
'Hushr' he warned Onion Jones, as that
stupid butler Joined him, and he watched for
the pretty nurse to come through the door.
Again the white silk cage was lowered.
Again the whirring motor was turned on;
but. when the cage was lifted, the young
and beautiful girl was wide awake. She sat
up, bewildered. She looked at the lock of
golden hair. and her sparkling blue eyes
allied with tears while her cheeks flushed
rosv red
why I'm youngi" she cried ''YounRr'
and spranR from the couch.
You mustn't overexert yourself" warned
the pretty nurse. WYATT, I'll get you a wheel
chair"
mol" sang the miracle. I'm youngI Don't