The Pulaskian., 1920-11-11
CHAPTER XIII.

At times I hated myself as method. lcal person, but 1t did no good I was methodical and from 1t there was no escape. I kept a diary. And each night as I made an entry, I turned back to the day of the year before. In doing so this night read in the entry of the previous year: "Mr. Sidney made a sudden and astonishing recovery of strength. He walked about his room without assistance and was in high degree Of animation"
 1 recalled that night with the sharp CT interest because the entry I was about to make this night was substan- tially if not precisely to the same ef- feet. Mir. Sidney had again revealed an astonishing recovery of strength, and had displayed the greatest anima- tion. He had asked us to have our dinner in his room, a thing very sell dom done, and he had been wonderful as the majestic courteous head of the family, full of humor and joviality.
 Jed was an amiable servitor, ban tered by MT Sidney from time to time. Isobels animation was as infectious as her fathers, but Mrs. Sidney, thought, had a look of apprehension in her eyes which was something apart from the pleasant smile on her face. She seemed to find the occasion sig nifcant, and I wonder that I had to read my diary to be refreshed in mem- ory.
 When had read it, also saw the significance, and turning the page in the record of the year before. I read: "Mr. Sidney is in a condition of ex- haustioa which might be called com plete and dangerous collapse. .. Dr. Brownell, summoned In alarm, says that during his acquaintance with the case this transition overnight from extraordinary activity to exhaustion has been noted once every year and at approximately the same time of the year, if not precisely on the same date"
 The apprehension which Mrs. Sid ney could not wholly conceal had this good foundation. Mir Sidney was in the periodic miracle of renewed health and strength but for whatever cause. he would be found tomorrow morning in a precarious condition of weakness.
 The event seemed so certain that I thought it best to acquaint Dr. Brow nell that night of the premonitory symptoms.
 I decided to telephone a message to Dr. Brownell's residence in the city, to be given to him immediately If he were awake or as soon as he arose In the morning. did not want to be over heard, by any chance, by any one. in telephoning this premonitory message, and thought that the office would be my most secure place.
 The house was not yet in full dark ness when I came down the stairs to the main hall. It was lighted, and the stairway leading directly to Mir. Sid ney's room was lighted, which indi- cated that Jed was still with Mir Sid ney.
 The office door never was locked. did not want Jed blundering in on me while I was telephoning. He would be along presently, I thought, and I de cided to go out on the main portico until by the extinguishing of the lights I should know he was on his way to bed
 was oa my way to act on this plan when the light in the stairway leading to Mir. Sidney's room was extinguished, and knew Jed was on his way down stairs. I did not have time to reach the entrance. I doubted that I even had time to retrace my steps. I did not want to meet Jed. So I stepped into a sort of little lounging space off the hall, which was quite dark.
 In a few minutes Jed went by, hum- ming, not singing. had expected him to be very tipsy, considering the jo- viai mood of Mir Sidney it had even occurred to me that once a year, on a certain date-one to be commemorated MT Sidney joined Jed in the wine and that this caused the relapse. But Jed was not drunk, his step was steady.
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