Part 35 (1/2)

”Every time that he stoops to kiss my lips I am sure he wishes they were hers.

”His thoughts are with her. I am a mere shadow to his life; she was the substance.

”People about me look upon me with envy, but you can realize that I am more to be pitied than the poorest beggar on the street. Tell me,” she cried, eagerly, ”do you think any one on this earth ever had a sorrow equal to mine?”

CHAPTER x.x.xI.

As the hours wore on, poor Jessie Staples grew so alarmingly worse, and the fever increased so rapidly, that, despite her entreaties, Dorothy felt that she must summon medical aid.

Soon after the entire household had gathered about Jessie, in the greatest alarm.

A physician was sent for at once--Doctor Crandall, whom Mrs. Garner had known for long years.

It so happened that the doctor lay very ill himself from an attack of _la grippe_, and, penning a line or so to Mrs. Garner, he explained that he had sent as a subst.i.tute a young doctor whom he had taken into his office to act for him during his illness. He felt sure they could rest Miss Staples' case with all safety in his hands.

That was the beginning of the terrible end.

Surely a cruel fate must have brought the situation about. It happened in this way:

When Harry Kendal had exerted every means to find Dorothy, and had failed, he commenced to look about for something to do.

It occurred to him that perhaps the best person to whom he could apply was Doctor Crandall, who had been the life-long friend of his old benefactor, Doctor Bryan.

Kendal's appeal was not in vain. He was taken in at once. Indeed, his coming was most opportune, he was told.

It so happened that his very first call was to the home of Mrs. Garner.

”Garner!” The name sounded very familiar to him. His brow darkened as he heard it. Was not that the name of the young man who had been Dorothy Glenn's lover when he first met little Dorothy in the book-bindery? Of course, it was absurd to imagine that there could be anything in common between these wealthy Garners and that poor fellow who worked hard at his trade. Still he hated the name.

When he reached the mansion and was ushered into the corridor, to his intense surprise, the first person whom he met face to face was Jack Garner! He recognized Jack at once; but the light in the corridor was low, and, besides, he had turned up his coat-collar, and with the heavy beard he had grown, Garner, as it was not to be wondered at, did not know him. Besides, Jack had seen him but twice--once as he was putting Dorothy into a coach, and again on the Staten Island boat, in the dim, uncertain moonlight.

”Your patient is this way, doctor,” he said, motioning him up the broad stairway.

A sudden, strange thought came to Kendal: What if he should find Dorothy there?

He no sooner entered the room and uttered the first word than the slim figure in black, wearing the blue gla.s.ses, started violently. Dorothy recognized him at once, despite the heavy beard.

”How in the world came he here?” she gasped to herself, in the greatest amazement.

But she had no opportunity to think long over the matter, for Jessie required the most immediate attention.

”I think it will be best to send you a practical nurse,” he said, as he took his departure.

He spoke to Doctor Crandall about it immediately upon his return to the office.

”There is only one young woman whom I can think of just at present,”

said the doctor. ”She is not what you might call a trained nurse, but she claims to have had a little experience. We shall have to secure her in a case of emergency. I shall send for her to-night; she will probably be there in the morning when you arrive.”