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sixty; he might live a score of years.
Gray would then be forty-five and
Alice more than forty. No matter,
he would wait for her.
They saw each other infrequently
and always bowed. They knew that
there was no faltering in their faith.
And so a year passed by. Rarely,
when Gray had occasion to pass the
house, he would see the old man, im
placable as ever, seated upon the
porch, spelling out the Braille words
with his right forefinger. He seemed
conscious of the doctor's presence
and would look up and scowl heav
ily when Gray went by.
One day Gray had an urgent call
on the telephone. It was from Alice.
"Won't you come up atonce?" she
begged. "Doctor Clifden is away and
fattier has had a bad accident."
A medical man knows no enmities
where his profession is concerned.
Half an hour late Gray was at the
house and being shown into the old
man's sick room.
Hendon had been knocked down
by an automobile while trying to
cross the street. He had. taken mali
cious delight in running away from
his daughter, and had been struck
fairly by the machine. He was bad
ly bruised, but, what was worst, the
tendons of his right hand had been
- Gray saw at a glance that, while
the hand could be made serviceable,
Hendon would never again be able to
straighten the fingers 'completely.
However, he did not tell Hendon,
who continued to taunt' him.
"You're the young fellow who
used to be sweet on Alice, ain't you?"
he snarled. "I thought you'd drop
her as soon as you learned there
wasn't any money coming with
"Let me see that hand, please," an
A week later "Pop" Hendon
learned the truth. His hand would
be useful for all purposes except one;
never again would he be able suffi
to feel the raised type with the deli
cate nerve tissue underneath the first
When the news was broken to him
the old man's agony was painful to
witness. He lay still without speak
ing for days together, interspersing
these periods of moroseness, how
ever, with outbreaks of manaical
fury. At such times only Gray could
restrain him from flinging himself
out of the window. Somehow the
young doctor seemed to have ac
quired a certain influence over the
morose old man.
It was after one of these maniacal
spells that Gray addressed Hendon,
who was lying exhausted upon his
"Mr, Hendon," he said, "I may as
well tell you that I took the occasion
just now to examine your eyes."
Hendon lay on the bed in dogged
"I believe your trouble is nothing
but cataract," he continued. "I have
been to the doctors who examined
you before and seen their records.
,What they told you was that your
case was incurable at present, but
might be alleviated later."
"Yes, trying to fool me into spend
ing more money on 'em," snarled
"No, sir," answered Dr. Gray de
cisively. "A cataract cannot be op
erated upon until it has Veached a
certain stageof hardness, about a
year after it begins. You Vere the
victim of your own suspicions. You
could have been cured years ago. You
can be cured now."
"Will you do it, Doc?" gasped old
Hendon, turning his face upon Gray's
with a look of wistful hope in his
Two weeks later "Pop" Hendon,
seated in the dining room, waited for
the bandage to be lifted. The morose
old man had been strangely silent
during the period of waiting. None
knew but he how much depended on
the result or the operation.
For it was only the physical cure.
ciently to flex the forefinger so as