The daily Alaskan., 1918-12-19
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THE VISION GIRL
By MILDRED WHITE.

Alan, but that was before the dream began. He had gone in his runabOut. to make the usual pretense of medical visits, for Alan's well-equipped office, showed as yet no mark of usage. Upon this particular morning of the disastrous RutO ride, he was wonder ing: "How he was going to get his rent money t6gether."4 When. at the knottiest point of his problem, the car was held In a deep rut of the coun- try road, then without further. warn ing, turned turtle, leaving Alan face upward on a messy bank.
 This was the last he remembered, the next development was hls wonder full dreaml With 6 realizing con- sclOusness of pain, he endeayored to turn his bandaged head and discovered that he was lying in gredt curtain draped bed of q fashion of a century ago. Through the golden broCade of the draperies, Alan saw the room of prIncely appointment. chandeliers and wainscoting reminding him of stage scenery of an historic play.
 The young doctor wrlnkled his brows In perplexity. then smiled. It was all an Illusion of course.
 When he tried to stir the pain was Intense, so he contented himself with reaching over the satin cOvGrlet to
 
 tently his finger pressed a button on the mahogany, and around the canopy over hls head flashed row of cleo tric lights. It was not the blow of the accident, he decided which caused him to see these strange things, but some dope a doctor had probably ad- mlnistered. When the effect wore off he would find himself in the usual iron bed of a hospital.
 But now as the dream continued, resting comfortably In his gold-draped bed, he saw before him panel of the wulnscoting slide aside, while in Its opening appeared a beautiful radiant creature-a girl who seemed to be from that same past period of the luxurious room.
 Alan caught hIs breath as the living picture moved toward him. Then as his eyes still guzed Into the girls dark ones, she lifted a small heavily-ringed hand to smooth hls hair.
 "Why," softly murrnured the girl, "dld you turn on the reading lights? Sunshine streams through the win dow.P
 At her touch the electricity was turned of. Alum dId not answer. Of what use to talk to q vision?
 The girl sighed, as she turned from him, another moment and she had passed through the panel in the wall. RcstlcSsly he endeayored to raise him self as m elderly woman entered the room.
 A man, evidently a physician with his bug, followed. Well" he ex- claimed Cheerfully, looking down at the injured one, "consciousness at last. You have kept us guessing. How do you feel?"
 "Ten me-" Alan asked painfully, "where I am"
 You are carefully housed in the old Judge Weller estate" the doctor replied.
 "Then 1t was not all an illuslonT Alan eagerly questioned. He smiled. "I fancIed that lady in trailing bro cade came walking through the wall"
 The physician laughed. You'll have no more such fancies.g he said. Your injury is really slight. Judge WeIler's widow died recently, and the only ones at present in charge are family servants. They await the settling of the estate by the judges granddaugh- ter who Is abroad. The place and the Weller fortune are now hers"
 When the doctor had gone, Alan gazed Intently at the wall opposite. And as he watched, the panel swung again, and the girl was there.
 A smiling, rose-clad figure this time, as she advanced toward him.
 "How do you do2" she asked. "Doe- tor tells me you are yourself at last. He advises that we move you out to the balcony for little fresh air."
 From the doorway the elderly won1- an came forward. "Jake says," she announced, that he won't carry mo- body out to the balcony tonight"
 The girllsh rose-colored vision whirled about sharply. .....
 "Tell Jake" she said positively, 'that am mistress here.T It was bewlldering.
 Light came suddenly to Alan. This was the granddaughter of course, re- turned unexpectedly from abroad.
 Alan's mending was slower than the doctor had hoped, and Alan was glad. Days of ienchantment like those spent upon the balcony came but once in a lifetime; his hostess was kind. The olden time frocks had given place to those of newer and simpler fashion. Back to Alan's heart came the gloom of that first disastrous morning. Love had found him, and he must go away with It buried in his bosom. A penni- less physician may not ask the hand
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