The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-02-07
THE EYES HAVE IT +

lyou know just a general idea. Small. slim but that is easy, of course. Hair? Fair, I imagine, maybe light brown. Eyes? Blue maybe violet. Face?
 sPEACHES AND CREAM, OF COURSEr-
 Peaches and cream, of course. And I know the rest of the recipe. so don't bother. We'll, if blind men have a vision of their own, it's certainly one unhampered by facts"
 Meaning am all wrong?" "Wait and see," she teased.
 T will. if you promise me one
 "No blackmailing now mind you :"
 Promise you will come to me tomorrow just as soon as the others leave"
 'I'll do far better; I'll be on hand right along, seeing that I must assist pr. Bourget in remov- ing your bandages."
 But that's just what I don't want you to do :" he pleaded. He had dreamt about their first visual encounter a thousand times, he could not bear to have 1t spoilt by the presence of others. "Couldn't Whispers assist the doctor just as well? ?"
 In the end. rather abruptly, Ellin acquiesced. She would instruct Whispers she promised. Poor Whispers, Ellin muttered to herself later, as she went to dis cuss matters with the alternate nurse. She remembered, how the high pitched voice of little Jerry Jenkins used to irritate Tom, until he would grit his teeth in sheer ex- asperation. He even asked Ellin to have heart and replace the gal. But Ellin saw the deep hurt in Jerry's eyes and with more wisdom
 md insight, than even Jerry sur- missed, she had suggested what they now laughingly referred to as the whispering campaign"
 Jerry was obviously happy to stay on any terms and spoke no longer above whisper. Tom was easily assuaged and even enjoyed | using the nickname Whispers be- hind the back of the muted one. a
 Glorious, exhilarating joy! Even .hough Tom must squirm under the physical sensation of ight-beams beating down with painful sudden ness on 'frayed optic nerves. Tom could distinguish nothing in par ticular, but nevertheless. he could see.
 Oh, that divine joy of vision, after years of utter darkness. Very cautiously Tom experimented: To his right he could barely made out the bulk of short stocky figure. Marvellous! He just knew that pr Bourget would be like that.
 Somebody bent closely over him and after little while Tom man aged to see small elderly face, a bit birdlike. Magnificent! Whis- pers' looking as she sounded, like bird. She smiled at him kindly and her smile was nice. Tom felt con- trite: he shouldn't have been so impatient with her.
 THE OPERATION WAS A MARVELLOUS SUCCESS The operation was marvellous success. Gradually and very cau- tiously they would strengthen his vision. pr Bourget, pleased as Punch with his achievement. talk ed animatedly, while preparing for his departure. Tom feared that he would stay forever. | At last he was alone. Another eternity passed. while Tom strained his face toward the door. He could
 not see so far, luckily, or he should have seen, a white-clad girl totter in an effort to regain her balance from mighty push, administered by another white-clad girl, who re- mained outside, peeking into the room quite unabashed.
 When at least he saw her, she was approaching him slowly, hes itantly. Tom reached for her, trembling with impatience. At last he held her face between his hands | and turned it eagerly towards the dim light of the shaded window. As he gazed at her. his heart turned over and stood still. Her hair was not fair: 1t was a i halo of golden curls. Her eyes were not blue; they were sunlit bits of heaven. No word could describe her beauty. And she was young, much | younger than he had imagined. !. "Oh, you beautiful child .. Tom, himself a ripe twenty-six, ex- claimed. "To think, that I said !, your face would not matter. For give me, Darling-but how could l know it was a face like this?"
 She gazed at him mutely, while tears gathered in her lovely, blue eyes. His arms enfolded her. 1 Why do you tremble so, my Darling? Why the tears? Is it :. is it, that you cannot love me? That you are sorry for mel" | His arms dropped away from her and his face went pale. Surely
 he was fool to think that she