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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, October 11, 1913, NOON EDITION, Image 18

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Illustrated by Jay Barnum.
(Copyright, 1907, by Robert'W. Chambers.)
The doctor, finding his patient's
quarters untenanted, for the first
time in many months, hastened
downstairs to the veranda, where he
discovered a lean, soldiery-looking
young fellow' clad in fishing-coat
fussing with rod and reel.
"Oho, my enterprising friend!" he
said. "What mischief are you hatch
ing now?"
"I'm going to try forrbig trout in
the Golden Pool," said his patient
This unlooked-for energy appear
ed to embarrass the doctor. His
grim mouth tightened.
"Don't go now," he said; "it too
late in the morning."
"I know it, but I'm going."
, "Against my orders!" demanded
the exasperated doctor.
t rWith pleasure," replied the young
mangayly. "And it's your own do
ing; too. Do you remember what
you said last night?"
"I said I saw a big fish rising in
' that" pool," growled the doctor.
'"Exactly; and that has done more
to" brace me-up than all your purple
pills for peculiar people."
"Now what the devil possesses you
t to make for the Golden Pool at this
' particular minute?" demanded the
vexed doctor. "You've been an in
valid for -a year and more, and up to
this moment you've done what I told
'you." -
His. patient continued to laugh
that same light-hearted,v infectious
laugh which the doctof had not heard
ia many d'mdnth, and he looked at
him keenly.
"All the same, you're not well yet,
and you know" it," he said.
"My aversion to women?"
, , "You mean my memory still fails
me? Well, then, what do you think
happened this morning?"
"What?" inquired the doctor,
"This: I went out to the stables
and recognized Phelan and Riley!
How's that for a start? Then" he
glanced across the lawn where an old
gardener pottered about among the
petunias "there's Dawson, isn't it?
And this is my own place Gleniris!
Isn!t it? Besidesy,he aaded, my
aversion to women is disappearing;
I saw a girl on the lawn 'from' my win
do'w this morning. Who is she?"
"Was she dressed' in -white.? "ask
ed the doctor.
"Don't remember."
"You never saw her before?"
"No I don' know. ' 'I didn't see
her face." v"" ,
i"So it i seemls you can't-recollect
the back of a relative jof a neighbor.
Now what do you think of yourself?"
"Relative? Nonsense," "he laugh
ed; "I haven't any. As for theneigh
bors, give me time, for heaven's sake!
I'm doing beautifully. There are mil
lions of things that set me thinking
and worrying now funny flashes of
memory hints - of the pafit, -Vague
glimpses that excite me'to effort; but
nothing absolutely nothing yet of
that blank year. Was it a-jyear?"
"More;, never mind 'that!"
"How long wasUt?" asked .'the pa
tient, wistfully. "' 't
"Sixteen months." '"
"You said I was shot,J think1."
"No, I didn't. You, think you -were,
but it was done with? a Malay kris.
Now, what can you 'remember about
The young man stood silent, fum
bling with his rod.
The doctor, 'who liiad begunto pace
the veranda, halted and 'glanced
sharply at his patient.
"I'll tell you why I Jlidn't want you
to go -to the Golden "Pool,' he said.,
. "Well, why?" ' ' ,l "
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