The Sentinel=record., 1916-12-03

had not readjusted the contents of the cases before leaving the sick room he had been visiting.
 Do you remember" he asked when you were a little girl, how eager you used to be Co play with this medicine satchel of mine? l couldn't get. you to keep your hands of 1t. You were forever asking which phials held poison and--'
 "I remember" she laughed. and I still feel a sort of morbid interest in it. l used to beg you to give me Q case like this for Christmas. II was the only thing you ever refused me"
 "lt is the only thing I ever could have had the heart to refuse you" he said fondly. My most haunting fear in life has always been that some harm might some time befall you. You are all l have that makes life worth while, and any mischance to you would break my heart and my life with t. Always remember that. my darling"
 She drew her head down to her own and kissed him. He put his arms loV- ingly about her, but first he carefully laid aside one of the tiny phials he had taken from the case.
 You handle that miserable little bottle as if you were afraid it might explode" she teased him. Whats in it that's so precious? A potion to make patients pay their bills?"
 Worse than that" he returned, in the same vein. Ut would send them where there are no bills to pay. That is one of the deadliest poisons known to the pharmacoppea. It is hydro cyanic acid. had the phial in here because l was uSing the drug in an experiment A very few drops of this would mean almost instant death"
 That's why you handle it so gn- gerly?' she asked. Well, you needn't Don't you see it is empty?"
 Empty" he echoed, looking closer at it, Why, so it is! l must remem- Der to fin il. I have a supply bottle of it in my laboratory"
 He put the empty flask in his pock- et, that he might not forget to re- plenish it.
 There comes Bob Clayton" said Florence, looking out toward the walk. Good by, daddy"
 She moved toward the door Dr Montrose, following her, welcomed young Clayton courteously, and watched the two drive away together in the new car. Then. slowly, he turned his steps to the library.
 His paramount thought just then was concerned with the success of a certain experiment, and for more than an hour he sat in his big leather chair reading a treatise by a highly respected authority Suddenly into the midst of his scientific deliberations a disturbing thought made it's insid- ious way. Something, perhaps it was mental telepathy, whispered to him that all was not well with Florence He passed his hand across his eyes as if 10 shut out the intruding thought. but it persisted. He rose to his feet and strayed uneasily into the hall and toward the veranda.
 He came to halt at the front door. his gaze roaming down the street.
 Then, a smile of pleasure wrezrhed the grim corners of his mcuth. For an automobile was Approaching. Tn it he tNaw his daughter and Bob Clayton JheY had evidently turned back. in
 
 forgotten. For they were drawing up at the curb in front of the house.
 A little newsboy passing along the sidewalk, figured on a chance to earn a possible dime Jumping forward. he flung out one arm to open the ton neau door for the girl But his foot slipped on the new washed pavement and, losing his balance, h~ rolled headlong under the car
 Clayton had not quite brought the auto to a halt and the mud guard caught the youngster fun on the shoulder The impact sent him dazed and half-dead with fright. di- rectly under the front wheels.
 The wheels, coming to a stop. barely Erazed him. Florence cried ont in horror Both she and Clayton sprang 10 the ground to look after the mo- tionless little huddle Of humanity lv- ing so quiet there under the car fender.
 Dr. Montrose, too, came out of tho house on run
 Clayton, pale from the shock of having possibly killed the little fel- low, gcthered the limp body in his arms and, directed by the doctor. carried it into the house and laid it at fu'l length on the hall table. pr. Montrose knelt beside the boy. run ming skilled fingers over him in search of the injury. Presently. as the doc tor worked over him, the patlenr opened his eyes.
 "Ain't l dead yet?" he whispered in awe. "Geei I thought sure I was!"
 pr, Montrose laughed in sheer re- lief.
 No, my boy" he made cheerful reply you are long way from he ing dead, or even badly hurt. There is a little brulse or two and a scratch That's all the damage. The rest Is just scare"
 Ten minutes later. after Florence had fed the voungster all the candy he could eat. Clayton took him home in the car, and closed inc incident by making the sufferers mother accept a Sl0 bill for new suit of clothes to repair the damage done to her off springs apparel by the muddy street
 When Clayton departed on his CT rand of mercy Florence went to her own room to change her motoring costume for an afternoon dress.
 Dr. Montrose, relieved that tho urchin was not more seriously hurt, reached into his pocket for a cigar. A shade of annoyance swept over his face when he found none. and. put ting on his hat. he went out to get some As he reached the corner and vraz bO1lf fo rrOQe the sfrAaf n o1Oqp1