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C(ZF*y&SGHT or 77&S1'C/.U/&: PMJJCA7KWS.MCCKPQAATEO CHAPTER XXV.—Continued. —l9 - "Why not V Wilson demanded, half Ir ttUhiy. The secret Is out. Everybody kaowi who yon are. And now, because ■ boy who' wouldn't have tired any how—" -mat's not It," K. put in hastily. "I kaow all that. I guess I could do It aad get away with It as well as the average. All that deters me—l've never told you, •'■ave I, why I guve up he fee* T" Wilson was propped up In his bed. K. was walking restlessly about the room. as was his habit when troubled. "I've heard the gossip; that's all." "You know what I always felt about the profession, Mux. We went Into tbal uiore than once In Hcrllu. Either ooo's best or nothing. I had done pretty well. When 1 left I.orch and bnilt my own hospital. 1 hadn't a doubt of myself. And because 1 was getting results I got a lot of advertising. Men began coming to the clinics. I found I was making enough out of the patients who could pay t> add a few free wards. I want to tell >nii now. Wilson, that the oftenlng »f those free wards was the greatest self-indulgence I ever per mitted myself. I'd seen so much care letis attention given the poor—well, never mind that. It was almost three years ago that things began to go w rotig. I lost a big case." "I know. All this doesn't Influence aie. Kdwnrdes." "Wait a moment. We had a system u UM- operating room as perfect us I ould devise it. 1 never tinished an operation without liuvlng my ilrst as •dxtunt verify the clip and sponge ■ -ount. Hut that Ilrst cuse died because i siHMige hud been left In the operating Held. You know how those things go; you can't always see them, and one goes by the count, lifter reasonable antlon. Then I utmost lost another use in the same way—a free cuse. "As well as 1 could tell, the precau tion* had not been relaxed. I was (lo ng from four to sin cases a day. After ihe Htt'ond one I almost went eruzy. 1 made up my mind, if there was ever another, I'd give up and go away." "There was another?" "Not for several months. When the .sst case died, u free case again, I per ' orimtl my own autopsy. I allowed 'illy my tirst assistant In the room. He uas almost as frenzied as I was. It was tin* same thing agulu. When I told hlm 1 was going away, he. offered •TO -iraVi l 'ibeTflanie'TifMiseff, to say lie iiad closed the incision, lie tried to make me think he was responsible. I '-new better." "it's Incredible." "Exactly , but it's true. The last pa tient was a laborer, lie left a family. I've sent Iheiii money from time.to lime. 1 used lo sit and /think about he liilldren lie left, and/what would ecoine of ihem. The Ironic part of It as that, for all that had happened, I ias busier all Hie time. Men were "ending me cases from all over the •ountry. It was either stay and keep n working, with that chance, or quit. ! (juit." "'tot if you had stayed, and taken •vtra precautions—" "We'd taken every precaution r,> knew." Neither of the men spoke for n tlm.'. K. st«w»il. his tall tigure outlined against rtie window. Thai's the worst. Is It?" Mux Wll i-n» demanded at lust. "That's enough." "It's extremely slgnlllcuiit. You had an enemy somewhere —on your stall probably. This profession of ours Is a MR «»ne, but you know Its jealousies. a man get Ids shoulders above the crowd, and the pack Is after hltn." He laughed a little. "Mixed- tigure, but you know what 1 mean." K. shook his head. He had hud that gift of the big man everywhere, In every profession, of securing' the loyal ty of his followers. He would have irusliil every otic of them with his life. "You're going to do it. of course." 'lake up your work?" "Yes." lie stirred restlessly. To stay on, to near Sidney, perhaps to stand by as Wilson's best man when she was married—lt turned him cold. Hut he did not give a decided negative. The sick man was flushed and growing fret ful; it would not do to Irritate him. "Give me another day on It," he said at last. And so the matter stood,. Max's injury had been productive of good, in one way. It had brought the two brothers closer together. In the mornings Max was restless until Doc tor Ed arrived. When he cuniCi he brought books In the shubby bag—his beloved Hums, although he needed no book for that, the "l'lckwlck Papers," Kenan's "Lives of the Disciples." Very often Mux would-doze off; but at the cessation of Doctor Ed's sonorous voice the sick man would stir fretfully and demand more.—lt pleased the older Mn vaxtly. It reminded him of Max's hoybood, w hen he hud read to Max at •IgtaL For once In the last dozen he needed him. HJo on, Ed. What in blazes makes fM ntop every 1 minutes?" Max pro wled, one d »f Doctor Ed, who had only stopjied to bite off the end of » stogie to hold In his cheek, picked ap his book In a hurry, and eyed the Invalid over It. "Stop bullying'. I'll read when I'm ready. Hnve you any Idea what I'm rending?" "Of course." "Well, I haven't. For ten minute* I've been reading across both puges!" Max laughed, and auddenly put out his hand. DemonHtratlona of affection were so rare with hltn that for n mo ment Doctor Ed waa puzzled. Then, rather sheepishly, he took It. "When I get out," Max wild, "we'll have to go out to. the White Sprlnga again and hnve aupper." That wan all; but Ed understood. On the dny when K. hud told Mux hla reaaon for giving up hla work, Sidney a pent her hour with Max that evening ua usual Ills big chair had been drawn cloae to a window, and she found him there, looking out. She kissed him. Hut Instead of letting her draw away, he put out hi* arm* and cuught her to him. ".Smile at me. You don't smile any more. You ought to amlle; your mouth—" "I am almoKt always tired; Unit's all, Max." She eyed him bravely. "Awn't you going to let mo make love to you at all? You get away be yond my reach." "I waa looking for the paper to read to you." A sudden suspicion flamed In hia eyes. "Sidney, you don't like me to touch you any more. Come here where I can see you." The fear of ff agltatlng him brought her (illicitly. For u moment he wua ap peased. . "That's more like It. llow lovely you are, Sidney !" He lifted ilr*t one build and then the other to his lips. "Are you ever going to forgive me?" "If you mean about Carlo! tn, I for giive that long ago." He was almost boyishly relieved. What a wonder she was! Ho lovely, and so sane. Many n woman would have held that over him for ycurs—not that he had done anything really wrong on that nightmare excursion. Hut so many women are exigent about prom ises. "When are you going to marry me?" "We needn't discuss that tonight, Max. Can't we talk things over when you are stronger?" Her tone caught his attention, and turned hliu a little white, lie faced her to the window, so that the light fell on her, "What things? What do you mean?" He had forced her hand. She had meant to wait; but, with his keen eyes mi her, she could not dissemble; "1 ani going to make you very un happy for a little while." "Well?" "I've had a lot of time to think. It isn't that 1 am angry. lam not even Jealous. 1 was at lkrst. It lsii'l Iliat. H's hard to make you understand. 1 think you care for me—" . "Hut, good heavens, Sidney, you do ••are for me, don't you?" "I'm afraid I don't, Max; not enough." She tried to explain, rather pitifully. After one look ut his face, she spoke to the wludow. "I'm so wretched about It. 1 thought 1 cared. To me you were the best and greatest liianrthat ever lived. I—when1 —when I said my prayers, 1— Hut that doesn't matter. You were u sort of god to me." lie groaned under his breath. "No man could live up to that, Sid ney." " "So. I see thut now. Hut that's the way I cared. It's Just that I never loved the real you, because I never knew you." Whin he remained silent, she made nu attempt to Justify, herself. "I'd known very few men," she said. "1 came Into the hospital, and for a time lile seemed very terrible. There were wickednesses 1 had never heard of, and somebody always paying for them. 1 was always asking. Why? Why? Then you would cono In, and a lot of them you cured and seut out. You gave them their chance, don't you see? Until 1 knew about Cutiotta, you always meant that to me. You weie like K.—always helping." The room was very, silent. In the nurses' parlor, n few feet down the cor ridor, the nurses were at prayers. "Yea, though I'walk through the val ley of the shadow of deaths" The man In the chair stirred. lie had come through the valley of the shadow, and for what? He was very bitter. He said to himself savagely that they would better have let him die. "You say you never loved in* because you never knew me. I'm not c rottei, Sidney. Isn't It possible that tht UHJU you cured about, who—who did his best by people aud all that—la the real me?" She gazed at him thoughtfully, lie missed something out of her eyes, the sort of luminous, wistful greatness, sired by this new glance, so clear. THE ENTERPRISE, WILLIAMSTON, NORTH CAROLINA mo apprfit*ing, M Rhrnnk t>acfc into bit chair. "The ninn who did his best la quite real. You have nlwaya done your best In jour work; you alwajra will. But the oilier Is a part of you too, Max. Even If I cared, I would not dare to run the rlak." She ">ok n step toward the door, hesitated, mme buck, and put a light hand on hi* shoulder. "I'm sorry, dear Mar." She had kissed him lightly on the cheek before he knew what ahe Intend ed to do. 80 passlonlesa waa the little caress that, perhaps more than any thing else. It typified the change In their relation. When the door closed behind her, he saw that alie had left her ring on the arm of hla chair. He picked It up. It waa atlll warm from her finger. He held it to tils lips with a quick geature. In all hla successful life be had never before felt the bltterneaa of fUlure. The very warmth of tha little ring hurt. Why hadn't they let him die? He didn't want to live —he wouldn't live. Nobody cared for him I He would — Hla eyes, lifted from the ring, fell on the red glow of the rosea that had coine that morning. Even In the half llg'.it, they glowed with flery color. The ring was In hia right hand. With the left he aettled hla collar and aoft silk tie. K. saw Carlottn that evening for the last time. Katie brought word to him, where he was helping Harriet close her trunk— she was on her way to Europe for the fall styles—that he was wanted in the lower hall. "A lady!" she said, closing the door behind her by way-of cnutlon. "Anil a good thing for her she's not from the alley. The way those people beg off you Is it sin and n shame, and it's not ut home you're going to be to them from now on." So K. hud put on bis coat and, with out so much as a glance in Harriet's mirror, had gone down the stairs. Car lottn stood under the chandelier, and be saw ut once the ravages that trou hla had made In her. She was u dead white, and ahe looked ten yours older than her ugc. "I came, you see. Doctor Edwardcs." Evidently she found It hard to speak. "You were t> come," K. encouraged her, "to see if we couldn't plan some thing for you. Now, I think I've got It. You know, of course, that I closed my hospital, The.v are trying to persuade toe to go buck, ami—l'm trying to per suade myself that I'm fit to go buck. j You see," —his tone was determinedly cheerful — "my faith In myself hna been pretty nearly gone. When oue loses that, there Isn't much left," "You had been very successful;" She did not look up. "Well, I hud "iiikl I hadn't. I'm not going to worry you about thah - My offer Is this: We'll Just try lo forget about—about Sehwltter's and all the rest, and if I go" back I'll take you on in the operating room." "You sent me away once!" "Well, 1 can ask you to come buck, .ciin'j 17" He smiled at her encour agingly. "Are you Sure you understand about Max Wilson anil myself?" "Everyone makes mistakes now and then, and loving women have made mis lakes since the world began. Most people live in glass houses, Miss Ilur "l'm Sorry, Dear Max." rlson. And don't nuike nny mistake about this: People can always come back. No depth Is too low. All they need Is the will power." lie smiled down at her. She lmd come armed with confession. Hut the offer meant reinstatement, another chance. She would work her llnger ends off for him. She would make it up to him in other ways. But she could not tell him and lose everything. "Come," be said. "Shall we go back and start oyce again?" He held out his hand. CHAPTER XXVI. Late September had come. The Street had been furiously busy for a month. The cobblestones had gone, und from curb to curb stretched smooth asphalt. To this general excitement the strange case of Mr. Lo Moyne had Mdd?d its quota. One day he was h. he gas office, making out statement* :hat were absolutely -ridiculous. j the next there rhe news thai 4 .• Le Moyne had been only taking a holi day In the gas office and that he waa I really -a very great surgeon and had : suved Dr. Max Wilson. » TJie Street, which was busy at ths tlqie deciding whether to leave the old sidewalks or to put down cement ones, had one evening of mad excitement over the matter—of K., not the aide* ' walks— and then had accepted the new situation. But over the news of K.'s approach ing departure it mourned. The Street ' made a resolve to keep K.. If posuriblat If he hud shown any "high and mlghtl | ness," as they called It, since tha | change in his estate. It would bare let him go without protest. But when a man la the real thing—so that tha iii-vrspapers give a column to hia hav ing been In the dty almost two years— arid still goes about in the same ababbf clothes, with the same friendly greet ing for everyone. It demonstrates clear ly, as the baritone put It, that "he's got no swelled head on him; that's sure." , A little later, K., coming up the Street as be had that first day, heard ' the baritone singing: "Horns Is the hunter, home from the hill. And ths sailor, boms from ths sea." Home! Why, this waa home. The Street seemed to stretch out Its arma to him. The allantbus tree waved In the sunlight before the little bouse. Tree and house were old; September had touched them. Christine sat sew ; lug on the balcony. A boy with a piece of chalk was writing something on ths I new cement under the tree. He atood | back, head on one side, w hen he bud I finished, aud Inspected his work. K. I reud In chalk on the smooth street: Max Wilson. Gidney Pags. Thn baritone was still singing; but i now It wua "I'm twenty-one, und she's I eighteen." The light wus gone from | K.'s fuce attain. After all, the Street meant for him not so much home us It meant Sidney. And before very 1 long, tliut book of his life, like others, I would have to be closed. lie turned und weut heuvily Into the little house. Christine culled to him from her lit tle balcony: "I thought I lieuril your step outside. Have you time to come In?" K. went through the parlor and stood In the long window. Ills steady eyes looked down ut her. "I see very little of you now," she complained. And, when be did not reply .immediately : "lluvo you made any definite pluns, K.?" "I shall do Mux's work until he la able to take hold again. After that —" "You will go uwuy?" "1 think so. I am getting a good many letters, one way und unother. I suppose, now I'm buck in harness, I'll stay. My old place Is closed. I'd go buck there —they want nie. Hut it seems so futile, Christine, to leave 01 I did, because 1 felt that I had u> rlg'it to go nitons tilings were; and now to crawl back 011 the strength of having bail my band forced, aud to tuke up tilings ugpin, not knowing that I've a bit more - eight to do It than when I left V "I went to see Max yesterday. You know what he thinks about all that." He took an uneasy turn up and down the balcony. "But who?" he demanded. "Who would do such a thing? 1 tell you, Christine, it Is Impossible." She did not pursue the subject. Her thoughts had llowu ahead to the little house without K„ to days without ids steps on the stairs or the heavy creak of lift big chair overhead as he dropped Into it. But perhaps It would be better If ha went. She had her own life to 11 Ve. She had no expectation of happiness, but, somehow or other, she must build on the shaky foundation of her mar riage a house of life, with resignatloa serving for content, perhaps with feur lurking always. That she knew. But with no udl've misery. Misery implied affection, and her love for Painter wua quite dead. "Sidney will he here this afternoon." "Good." His tone was noncommit tal. "11ns It occurred to you, K., that S d ney Is not Very happy?" He stopped In front of her. "She's had a great anxiety." "She has no anxiety now. Max U doing well." "Then what Is It?" "I'm not quite sure, but I think 1 know. She's lost faith in Max, and she's not like mo. I —l knew nbout I'nlmer before 1 married him. It's nil rather hideous—l needn't go Into It I But Sidney has uio;*e character than I Tutve. Max Isn't what she thought he .was, nml I doubt whether she'll marry him." K.- glanced toward the street whore Sidney's name and Max's lay open to the sun and to the smiles of the-Street, Christine might be right, but that did not niter things for him. Christine's thoughts went back In evltubly to herself; to Palmer, who was doing better just now; to K.. who was going nwny—went back with an | ncho to the niglit K. had taken her In his arms and then put her away. How wrong things were! What a mess Ufa was I (TO BE CONTINUED.) "Poor Jim." They tell It of a place on Van Buren streets "Here," said the proprietor, "is a little gift for you and Jliu. Each bofr tie is finest old whisky. You drop in at Jlm'a on your way and give hln this, will you?" "Certainly," cried the grateful ona Ou his way he fell and tirOke one bottle. "Poor Jim!" he mattered, ptcklr j '•imm-ii up.- Kerala ffce Matty Operation The Right Medicine in Many Case# Does Better than the Surgeons Knife. Tribute to Lydia EL Pink ham's Vegetable Compound* Doctor B*ld Operation or DMth —But Medicine Cored* Des Moines, lowa. — M My husband says I would have been in my grave today had it not been for Lydia K Pinkham's Vegetable Compound. I suf fered from a serious female trouble and the doctors said I could not live one year without an operation. My husband objected to the operation and had me try Lydia & Pinkham's Vegetable Compound. I soon commenced to get better and am now well and able to do my own housework. I can recom mend Lydia E. Plnkham'B Vegetable Compound to any woman as a wonderful health restorer." — Mrs. I BLANCH* J*rrKKBON,7O3 Lyon St, Des Moines, lowa. MB Ik Another Operation Avoided. Richmond, Ind.- M For two years Iwm so sick and weak from female troubles that when-going up stairs I had to go very s lowly with my hands on the steps, then sit down at the top to rest. The doctor said he thought I should have an operation, and my friends thought I would not live to move into our new house. My daughter asked me to try Lydia E. IHnkham's Vegetable Compound as she had taken it with good results. I did so, my weakness I gained in strength, moved into our new home, do all kinds of garden work, and raised hundreds of chickens and ducks. I cannot say enough in praise of Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound. Mia. M. O. JOHNSTON, Route D, Box 190, Richmond, Ind. Of course there are many serious cases that only a surgical operation will relieve. . We freely acknowledge this, but the above letters, and many others like them, amply prove that many operations are recommended when medicine in many cases is all that is needed. If you want special advice write to Lydia E. Plnkham Medi cine Co. (confidential) Lynn, Moss. Your letter will be opened, rea| and answered by a woman and held in strict confluence. Too Many "White Hosses." Addressing a woman's welfare meet ing recently, Mrs. Lloyd-Qeorge point etf h moral, with a quaintly pathetic lit tle story. If concerned a Yorkshire collier's wife, who each Saturday made a prac tice of culling at the pit where her husband worked, with a view to get ting hltn safely home, and, by per suasion and tact, preventing him get ting too much drink en route. The poor woman, however, was fain to confess thut she seldom suc ceeded, ami asked why, she replied as follows: "Aw, ye see, lady, Ah might get Bill all relght past t' White lloss, but, don't yer «ee, lady, theer's th' King's U«u»«l, an' t' ltruhn Coo. an' t' Blue I'lg— seven other White Hosses, so to speyke —afore Bill gets dahn that hawf-mlle to ahr hand*." BOSCHEE'S GERMAI SYRUP * Valued Household Remedy for Over Half a Century. In our climate, with Its sudden changes of temperature, rain, wind und sunshine often Intermingled In a single day. It Is no wonder that our children, friends and relatives are so frequently taken from us by neglected colds, many deaths resulting from this cause. A bottle of Boschee's German Syrup kept In the house, and a few doses taken In time, will possibly prevent a severe Ill ness, a doctor's bill, and perhaps death. For fifty years this has been a very successful remedy foi coughs, colds, throat or lung troubles. It Induces a good night s sleep with easy expec toration in the morning. For sale by druggists In all parts of the civilized world, 25 ana 75 cent bottles. —Adv. Old-Fashioned. "Is he old-fashioned?" "Sure thing. He still waits for his teeth to ache before going to a den tist.** Sore Eyea, Blood-Shot Eyea. Watery Eyea, Sticky Eyea. all healed promptly with night ly applications or Roman Eye Balaam. Adv. True economy lies in making the fullest possible use of what is bought. Do You Neglect Your Machinery? The machinery of the body needs to be well oiled, kept in good condition Just as the automoblje, steam engine or bicycle. Why should the human neglect his own machinery more than that of his horse or his engine? Yet most peo ple do neglect themselves. To clean the system at least once a week Is to practice preventive measures. Yon will escape many ills and clear up the coat ed tongue, the sallow complexion, the dull headache, the lazy liver, If you will take a pleasant laxative made' op at the May-apple, Juice of the leaves of tloes, root of Jalap, and called Pleasant Pellets. Yon can obtain at almost any drag store In this country these vege table pellets In vials for 25c —simply isk for Dr. Pierce's Pleasant Pellets. There can be no counterfeit If they ian the Dr. Pierce stamp. Proper ;ood by 60 years' use. A Sister's Dire Thrust. A quarrel between two sisters over the administration of the estate of their mother flared uj> In probate court at Belleville, say* the SH. Star. Judge Frank I'errln had held Hint Miss Amanda Holdener had made a correct accounting of the estate. Her Hlster, Mrs. Veronica Fltzmorrls, who had asked that dual settlement be not ordered, fairly screamed at her: "I will ride on horseback In front of your hearse In a red dress when you are hurled." Now la th« time to clean*# the ayctera and lone up the digestive functlona. WRIOHTI INDIAN VEGETABLE I'lLl.a are Dot only laxative but tonic. Adv. ~ WhttP-font»ff-ittlee are present in almost all parts of this country. Los Angeles county has the largest tollve grove In llic world. LAI-FOB A dlgefllre liquid laistire, cathartic and llvae tonle. Tlouitilnea utrenKih with p.iuLable, aromaUS taata. IXiee not gripe ord'alurb auiniach. Mo. Any man, w ho doesn't wont what h® luisn't got has nil he wants. THICK, SWOLLEN BLIMPS that make a horse \\ lieeze, Roar, have Thick Wind or Choke-down, tan be j reduced with EBSBSBBLsWk also other Bunches or Swellings. No blister, no hair gone, and horse kept augrork. Eco ; nomical—only s few drops required stsn ap plication. $2 per bottle delivered, look I i fTOS. ABSORBING, JR., the antiseptic liniment lor mankind, reduces Cyst*, Wens, Painful, | Swollen vein* and Ulcers. % 1 and $2 a bottle at dealers or delivered. Book "Evidence" free. W.F.YOUNG, P. 0. F„ lit TsastaSt.,SsrlnslaM. Mass. PERFECT HEALTH, m Tatt'a Pill a kacpth* ay atcm In perfect srSsSW They regulate tbc bowels and produce A VIGOROUS BODY. Reawdr for sick headache, conatlpathm. Tuft's Pills V @dllTonic Iw *7 years. For Malaria, Chills and Feyer. Also a Fine General Strengthening Tonic. 840 ACRE STOCK FARM I IS IT A COUGH? Montrose, W. Vi 'a. —"l had a cough every winter for years, but always with the return of war m weather it would leave me, but ;this particular time even that failed. I was i thin, had poor > appetite and spent restless nights. A neighbor advised me to use Dr. Pierce's Qolden Medical Die* cdvery, so my husband got me a bottle. I left It at my bedside that night and Just took a little idp often, and It soon allayed the Irritation In my throat and I got some sleep. I continued Its DM nnd the change was great,. Indeed. I began to gain In flesh, my appetite re turned and by the time I bad complet ed two or three bottles I was sound ind WeII."—MRB.B.S.ANNON. Rout* 1. Liquid or 'ablet* -All
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