Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1916-12-28
Continued.

No, Burke had not wrought this
miracle. He had only supplied the
setting. that discarded dress suit. Al
first he had wondered whether his
sudden Difference was tribute to the
man or the dress suit Now he saw il
was the man. He had expected to
find Bow Wow sheepishly surveying
himself in these, to him, ludicrous
garments. Instead, he found John
/ Doe wearing them with grateful en-
joyment. and as no man could wear
! them without years of habit.
Anything else, sir?'
Nothing just now, thank YOU" A
calm, even tone, one used to SIM
pie command.
Burke went in and aired the blue
room!
Left to himself, John Doe relaxed
a trifle of the straightness of his
shoulders and the erectness of his car
riage. 1t had been an effort to fill his
formal garments so smoothly before
Burke, but the exertion had been good
for him. 1t had helped to bring him
nearer to that person whom he had
been before he had become Bow
Wow of the Bowery He walked
over to the mirror, and gazed with
earnest inquiry into that worn and
abused countenance, as If striving to
trace in it something which he
vaguely remembered from long ago
1t was of no use, and, restless and
distressed. he wandered about the
rooms. The chemical counteractant
which Burke had put against his
years of alcoholic stupor had only re-
stored to him, from that old life, the
things which had been of automatic
habit. 1t had not cleared his num-
bed mind of it's paralysis.
In the library he found something
at last which chained his attention;
a drawing-table near the window. on
the board was tackled a half finished
working plan, composed of many
strange angling lines. They seemed
to have no particular form or COM
in iron-work they would have little
meaning; yet John Doe seemed held
by them. He returned to the board
again and again, and each time his
brows knotted. Two or three minutes
of this was all he could stand at one
attempt. The effort was as weakening
as it would have been for him to carry
coal. Those lines in their logical
relation to each other, meant some
thing; and deep within John Doe
there stirred an impulse, an awaken
ing. a desire which he could not
fathom.
He laid hold of the T square, and
moved IL up ana down, ne held It's
head firmly against the edge of the
board, so that the blade, as it moved,
was kept. perfectly at right angles
to the drawing. Only an experienced
draughtsman acquires that knack. He
picked up a pencil with a long, hard,
sharp point. and drew a faint line
along the bottom of the paper He
had seemed, to himself. to be doing
this out of curiosity; but the line
was even with the edge of the T
| square blade along it's full length.
An inexperienced draughtsman tilts
his pencil backward as he draws such
line, so that it varies from a true
right angle in a long imperceptible
parabola.
John Doe sat down and buried his
head in his hands. Burke glanced in
at him and then passed the door, but
| the guest sat perfectly motionless.
/ This man was searching earnestly for
his mind, for his memory, for a long
forgotten world, in which there were
ambitions, and joys, and achieve
ments worth while! No struggle for
] the regaining of a lost soul was ever
more pathetic than this terrible bat
tie for a lost mentality. The records
craven by memory on the intricate
convolutions of the brain are never
entirely effaced except by death; and
be they good deeds or be they bad
those deeds stalk from their hidden
| recesses of the scroll to confront us