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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, September 18, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 20

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as if she had known, in that dim land
to which her swoon had taken her.
And, though they were alone, Dyce
dkTnot dare to speak of anything but
his professional duties.
"You must go to bed now, and we
will talk in the morning," he said.
"You have done all that you could
do. You could not save him, nor I.
The atropin came too late. I should
have given it yesterday, but I was
afraid." SS?
She rose without speaking and left
the room. Dyce went back into his
own room. And, flinging himself
down on the sofa, he felt the pa
roxysms of deadly fear take hold of
him.
He was a murderer, though none
knew of it but himself. He alone
must bear that inner brand of Cain
for the rest of his life. At that mo
ment even the gain of Molly seemed
singularly inadequate in the place of
the soul which he had lost
" A murderer! For ever and for ever
that word would be burned into his
heart and brain. The years would
pass with Molly, and she must never
know, shemust never discern the
cause of his inner unrest A murder
er! And for her sake!
He saw how mad he had been. At
the time he dropped the drug into
the glass he had sincerely believed
that he was acting according to the
laws of human duty. Now he felt
the burden of that higher law which
says: "Thou shalt not Mil!" m
He could bear it no longer." He
rose and began pacing the floor. But
suddenly he remembered that he was
not wholly safe from detection, not
so long as that tell-tale bottle re
mained beside the atropin upon the
table.
He snatched it up. Then his hand
fell to his side, and he was staring in
wild amazement at the bottle. It was
uncorked. It had never been opened !
The automatism of his hand had
been guided, not by his cool and cal
culating brain, but by some higher
Dower. Perhaps it was God! He had
given the sick man atropin after aH
and not the deadly alkaloid. He had
never touched the waxed stopper of
the macinite!
Suddenly he fell upon his knees'
and poured forth his heart in thanks
giving. He had not prayed for years;
now he prayed for mercy, that the'
evil thought might be purged from
his soul even as the deed had been.
When he arose he was transfigur
ed.. In an ecstacy of happiness he
hardly heard the door open until
Molly stood on the threshold.
"0 thank God it is all right!" she
cried. "I was afraid I was afraid"
you cannot guess what I feared !"
"And now you fear no longer?"
"Your face, Charles! Upstairs it
was so clouded, and horrible thoughts
came to me; but now I know it is all
right I dared to mistrust you. Can
you forgive me? I thought "
"I thought it too," said Dyce, "but
the thought was only a thought,
Molly. It is gone now, with all the
past, Molly, dear, will you kneel down
with me and pray that no such
thought shall ever trouble us again?"
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HIS WISH
"Gee, I wish I had a little sister."
"Why?"
"Cause, I'm tired of teasin' the
cat."
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Tides and summer resorters both
come in with "long, green roles"-
and go out "broke."
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