The Washington times., 1917-12-14
ORD GoDALMING.s brow,

OhD GODAl1MlNG'S brOws con-
Ntracted. and he stood up and
walked about the room By
and by he stopped and said.
turning from one to another OF us;
"Quincey's head is level. This burg
larry business is getting serious; we
got off once all right; but we have
now a rare Job on hand-unIess we
can find the Counts key basket"
As nothing could well be done be-
fore morning, and as IL would be at
least advisable to walt till Lord God
aiming should hear from MItchelrs,
we decided not 70 take any active
step before breakfast time. For a
good while we sat and smoked, dis
cussing the matter in its various
lights and bearings: took the oppor.
tunity Of bringing this diary right up
to the moment. am very sleepy and
shall 60 to bed. Just a line.
Nina sleeps soundly and her breath
ing Is regular. Her forehead Is puck
cred up into little wrinkles, as
though she thinks even in her sleep.
She Is still too pale, but does not look
so haggard as she did this morning.
Tomorrow will. hope, mend all this;
she will be herself at home In Exeter,
oh, but I am sleepy.
DR.. ScIcdrd's Diary.
October.-I am puzzled afresh
about Renfield. His moods change SO
rapidly that find II difficult to keep
touch. OF them. and as they always
mean something more than his own
well-being. they form a more trGn In
teresting study. This morning, when
1 went to see him after his repuIse OF
IL 4 l. a -
q man commanding destiny. He was,
in fact, commanding destiny-subject-
lively. He did not really care for any
of the things OF mere earth. he was
in the. clouds and looked down on all
the weaknesses and wants OF US poor
/ thought would improve
the occasion and learn something, so
asked him:
what about the fIIas these times7"
He smiled on me in quite a superior
sort Of way-such q smile as would
have become the face OF MAlvolio-as
he answered me: - -t
DIR. SEWARD BRINGN
FROM MANIAC.
THE fly, my dear SIR, has one strik-
Ing feature; its wings are typical of
the aerial powers OF the psychic fac
ulties. The ancisnts did well when
they typified the soul as a butterfly"'
thought would push his analogy
to fits utmost logically. so said
quickly:
"oh, It Is a soul you are after now.
Is it?" His madness foiled his rea-
son, and a puzzled look spread over
his face as. shaking HIS head with a
decision which had but seldom seen
in him. he said:
HOh. no; oh. mol want no souls
life is all 1 want" Here he bright
ned up; 'T am pretty Indifferent
about It at present. Life is all right:
I have ALL want. You must get .
new patient, doctor IL you wish to
'tudy zoophagy'"
This puzzled me a little, so ] drew
I'm on: q. ~, -
Then you command life: you are a
cd. suppose?" He smiled with an
stfably benign superiority.
"Oh, no! Far be IL from me to
rrogate to myself the attributes of
he Deity. I am not even concerned
n His especially spiritual doingA II
7 may state my intellectual position
| am, so far as concerns things purely
,errestrial. somewhat in the position
which Enoch occupied spiritually"
EARNED DOCTOR sTUMPED
" LUNATICs WISDOM.
This vas q poser to me. could |
,ot at the moment recall Enoch's
ppositeness: so I had to ask a sira- |
lie question. though felt that By 20
'oInG I was lowering myself IN the
yes OF the iunAtic:
And Why with Bnoch7"
Because he walked with God" "