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The day book. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 16, 1915, NOON EDITION, Image 18

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By George Munson
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
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The sick man stirredTioeasily upon
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to where her younger sister, Dulcie,
waited upon the landing.
"It is terrible. I cannot stay there,"
she whispered. ,
Dulcie, who had been trembling,
suddenly managed to pull herself to
gether and entered the room with a
firm tread. She went up to the bed
side. .
"Yes," answered Dulcie bravely.
Two days before, Jim Ridgely, her
sister's fiance, had been struck by
lightning. His recovery, at first de
spaired of, now seemed asured, but
he was blind, and the doctors held
out no hope of his regaining his sight
"The optic nerve is paralyzed,"
they said. "There is the barest
chance, but the cure must be a spon
taneous one, and it must happen
within the next two or three days.
Unless by a miracle that, should hap
pen, he will be blind the rest of his
Julia Crothers was the belle of the
town and Ridgely a rising young
lawyer. Though Julia and Dulcie
were alike in speech and manner, and
wiere often mistaken for each other,
when side by side it was plain that
Dulcie was only a poor image of Julia.
She was generally considered plain;
the difference, however, existed prin
cipally in Julia's dashing ways and
Dulcie's unattractive, simple ones.
Poor Dulcie, whose tender heart
went out to Ridgely, knew that her
heartless sister would never dream
of marrying a blind man. She could
trace the unconscious processes in
Julia's heart even now. And it seemed
to her that she must do her best to
shield Ridgely until he recovered.
Possiblv his sieht would crnns hanV
to him and then he need never know I
that it was she, and not Julia, who I
had sat at his bedside all those long
hours when he lay racked with pain
and fever.
"He is sleeping," she told her sister
when at last she went out to her.
"What shall I do, Dulcie?" moaned
Julia. "I cannot bear to look upon
suffering. What shall I do?"
Then Dulcie told her her plan.
And it worked surprisingly. A week
elapsed and at the end of that time,
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"I've Been a Fool."
although the doctors announced that
there was now no hojje of Ridgely
ever recovering his sight, he was able
to sit up. And he had not guessed
that it was Dulcie who sat by his
bedside and read to him in her gentle
voice. He had thought it was Julia.
And in the midst of the pain Dulcie
felt to think of Ridgely's coming dis
illusionment there was a fierce exul
tation in her heart,

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