The Bozeman courier. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1919-1954, 1927-02-11

muir, for twenty-fOur months!
I'm so hungry"
Out Of nowhere, it appeared, Miss Leon
ard produced hot Bevril, newly made toast.
The well timed gesture Of the born nurse
brought Roger to her side, put into his
hands the cup and spoon. you give it to
her, will you, ROger?"
Noel slipped, nibbled; stared at the young
man, drawn and pale, in evening dress, at
her bedside.
"ROger!"
yes Noel" CHe had thought, "When
hear NOeIS voice again, it'll bring it all
back. The first word will bring back my
old feeling for her. Her voice used to thrill
through strings in me-" She spoke, and
! the string remained unstirred.)
What's happened, ROger2 Am I i'll? l
don't feel i'll: How funny. What happened,
Aunt Amer"
Just an accident, dear. It's all over now.
You're ever so we'll"
81 can't remember any accident" said
Noel softly. She tried to sit up. Fell back.
Pierced by her weakness, Roger slipped a
strong arm about her. Miss Leonard, muir
muring something about the Doctors think
ing this was splendid, slipped out to the
telephone.
XI.
Noel was gazing fixedly into the eyes
Of her betrOthed. Rogers troubled eyes
gazed back. Why-why could he not call
up the old magic, that used to lock his
eyes into hers?
Leaning back on his arm, she asked,
"HOw long have I been asleep?"
"A long time, Noel, a long time. I don't
really know"
She got something out Of the tone. She
said, Il want you to tell me how long I've
been asleep since this accident. When wa
it? Not yesterdays"
mo! o, no. Not yesterday"
"LOnger?"
AS she moved her head, a long brown
tress fell across her shoulder.
Roger! Why, Roger! Look at my hair
My hair was short, bObbed! 1t takes hail
two years to grow. Have I been asleep two
You'll be all right now, Noel" (Good
Lord, why doesn't Miss Leonard come
back? How frightful if Noel were to &C
off again, into q faint, or back into thai
trance! The embryo dramatist in hin
sketched lightning swift, the remittance o.
that ham pink Swiss doctor, reentering Il
find Noel Leonard sunk back again upoI
those pillows. Sketched Miss LeOnard'i
turn to him doctor, she's asleep again.
Gave the stOOp Of the doctors silver head
over NOel's breast the flight OF his fingers
to NOels wrist, the raising Of himself, thu
shake of his head, the compassionate "Thii
time, she is not asleep; she is deadly
The word, even imagined, chilled him Il
his stricken heart. AnXiOusly, he offered he
BOvril, broke off more toast for her t.
nibble.
In a stronger voice she said, 81 see. Nv,
been asleep. o, yes. And remember
Dreaming. My dream! ROger!'
"What2 My poor child
"Shall I tell you what 1 dreamt? I saw
you, standing in the snow, by a pine tree
l saw you so clearly, in your leather Goa
and a new variegated sort of jumper. 70
Roger. You'd got you arms round a cir
were-Yes! kissing somebody. Not me
in white-white furs. You were kissinI
her"
What on EARTH" began Roger.
"YOu have fallen in love with somebody,
said Noel Leonard, convinced. at mus
have happened, or 1 could not have see
, it. 1t wOk melt was not a dream, Roger
1 did see it. then? It's true?"
What was he to do or say? What fl
would hold water? He said nothing. H
turned his head aside. Before he could tur
it again, he heard a sound that had ono
/. seemed to him the prettiest in the world
NOel's laughter.
"ROger!" she laughed. as this really
really true? Two years have gone by an
l have been asleep all the time and 70
have fallen in love with somebody elsC
and" He wondered himself, whether
was his turn to be dreaming, for sh
wound up her speech with a laughing,