Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1920-08-24

| found it so very unpleasant being with
| my-sister"
The physicians look became grave.
Il did not wish to speak. Of disagree
able subject. The fact is the bank off,
Gals are not altogether satisfied with
the arrangement by which you were
placed in my-charge. Ii j can say
that you are here under treatment.
they may be willing to wait reason
able time while we are Strengthening
out this muddle"
They still threaten me with punish
mentl" exclaimed Clinton, his eyes
| flashing with quick anger. Il shall 60
to the bank and tell them to try it."
"You will do nothing of the kind"
genially contradicted the physician.
and he laid a sympathetic hand on the
young mans shoulder. Consider your
| friends"
"Friends?"
Even if you should prove to be
what you claim, do you imagine we
would cease to think of you as a
friend?"
Clinton grasped the others chubby
hand. 1T is most kind of you to say
| 1t, d0ctorl"
"The simple truth, my boy. know
you will stay. to ohlige me. Pardon
me moment. wish to inquire about
a patient"
He left the room in his usually brisk
| manner Clinton selected a magazine
| from a pile on the neat little writing
| table and sat down In an easy chair.
Noiselessly an attendant reached in
and closed the door behind him with
out attracting his attention.
He read an article, tossed the maya
zine aside, and looked around. DR..
Kirkland had not returned. He
yawned, rose, sauntered across the
room, and opened the door. In mo-
ment he found himself confronted by
an attendant, who planted himself In
the doorway, hand to cap and smile
on his good-humored, resolute face.
you called, sir?"
NO" said Clinton. 81 am going
| down to the waiting ROOM"
| The man did not move out of the
doorway. Clinton advanced a halt
step and said sharply: "Are you deaf
l am going down. Step aside"
beg pardon, sir" respectfully re-
piled the attendant. ''Dr. Kirkland
wished me to tell you that he preferred
you should keep in your ROOM"
Clinton measured the man with a
swift glance There could be no mis-
taking the athletic ease of the fellows
| poise. Yet he stood with hands down
| An uppercut to the chin, followed by q
| straight drive, might put him out OF
the way. Clinton tensed for the attack
and did not make 1t. Three other
male attendants had appeared in the
corridor behind their fellow employee
To attack would only result in the
humiliation of certain defeat. The
mere knowledge of this fact was quite
sufficiently humiliating. Clinton flushed
crimson with chagrin.
"You have the odds on your side," he
muttered.
Eyes, sir. trust you will not hold
it against US personally, sir"
The respectful, good-natured reply
tended to mollify the prisoner.
"That depends" he said. u wish tc
see DR.. Kirkland"
with his calls for half an hour. But
just as soon"
''Then tell Miss Lowrle ! wish to see
her-alone."
The man looked his surprise. Gin
ton hesitated, and explained: "Dr
Kirkland will understand. / wish tc
take leave of my-sister before she
leaves"
"Beg pardon, sir. Your sister-Miss
Lowrie-very good. sir. The matter
shall be attended to at once"
Clinton faced about and returned Il
his chair The man quietly closed the
door.
Several minutes passed. Clinton ha6
frowned when he glanced about and
noted the closed door. He was nov
pacing uneasiiy to and fro across tbs
room.
AS he made the turn near the dool
it swung open. He stopped short. The
athletic attendant glanced in ant
promptly drew back. Amy darted pas
him into the room and clasped Gin
toms hand.
Dear brother, what Is it?' she asked
"We were waiting. Mrs. Kirkland il
with friend. Why didn't you com,
down? Why did you send for u.s."
Over her shoulder he shot an angr!
glance at the attendant. II sent onl,
for you" he replied.
i "Amy" murmured Ellen. stoppin,
short just within the door. ''That lool
in his eyesl Be-be careful, dear, els
he may again"
She faltered at sight of his frown
He replied ironically: Yes, be care
full. The maniac has been trapped. HI
is In a cage; therefore he must b,
dangerous"
"Willl r. she protested.
He ignored her, to gaze down int,
Amy's distressed face. 81 asked tn,
privilege of speaking with you-alone.
He started across the room witt
Amy. Ellen hesitated. glanced abou
at the alert attendant, and slowly fol
lowed Clinton met her glance of timit
appeal with cold antagonism.
IF you will pardon me, Miss Kirk
land" he remarked, this is getting t,
be rather too much of farce. Every
thing that / say or do is distorted b.
your deluded fancy into all sorts 0
strange meanings. Is ii not enough
that your father has very adroi;l.
trapped me-"
FLUSH, DEAR" reproyed Amy. Can
you see how you are hurting herr"
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