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I DEPUTY of the DEVIL I
By Ben Ames Williams Copyright, Ben Amei William!. WNU Scrriei CHAPTER IX—Continued —ll— began to work with a new in tentness. Mary Ann, facing him across Dan’s body, sensed this, and looked at him quickly. But she said nothing, asked no question, con tinued like a machine to supple ment in Svery way his efforts with her own. And presently, as his senses cleared, Doctor Greeding began to feel, with that fine instinct of the surgeon which is so often right with out any tangible reason for its con clusions, that Dan might be saved. All went so smoothly. The bullet had been driven by a light powder charge—by a target, rather than a service-load. Also, the ball had struck Dan’s belt and thus lost somewhat of its force, so that its destructive effect was less than might otherwise have been the case. Thus the wound itself was as mild as possible—though deadly se rious enough. But also there seemed to Doctor Greeding ground for hope in the fact that this absurd, irregu lar surgical procedure insisted on performing itself without the least hitch. Razor-blades instead of the knife, blunt scissors for dissection, thread and needle in place of snaps, clumsily bent spoons for retractors, each in his hands so incredibly shrewd and skillful served their pur pose well; and at the moment the supply of gauze for sponges neared exhaustion, Jerrell and Thomas came racing up the path, bringing all that might be required. When Doctor Greeding saw the end of the task in sight, he spoke to Nancy. “Enough ether —take the towel away now.” She obeyed, and l.e finished, sure that what he had done was well done; with a nod to Mary Ann, he withdrew from the table where-Dan lay. He went to the sink to wash his hands. Nancy was there, leaning back against the drain-board, white and still. Doctor Greeding looked at his daughter, and he asked gently: “Head ache? It’s the fumes. Get out of doors. We must keep Dan warm, can’t open any windows here.” Nancy went obediently toward the kitchen door, and Mary Ann said: “We’ll move him into the dining room, arrange some sort of screen around him there to keep off drafts.” Doctor Greeding nodded. He said wearily: “It’s been a strain. My head’s whirling. A surgeon should never operate on his friends!” “You did all that could be done, did it perfectly,” Mary Ann assured him; and she asked, with a sudden weakening in her tones, her first con fession of fear: “Tell me what you think?” Doctor Greeding hesitated. “Ev erything was as fortunate as possi ble,” he said. “There are many per forations, as you saw. That was in evitable. But not much poisonous matter free. Of course, all we could do was repair the damage, and drain the wound, and—wait. You know that as well as I.” He added: “Yet—l believe he will get better!” With Thomas and Jerrell helping, they carried Dan into the dining room, and laid a mattress on the table for his bed, and set a fire on the hearth. And thus began the vigil that must •ndure for days. Doctor Greeding assumed command. “Another pro cedure may be necessary later,” he explained. “I’ll get whatever we are likely to need, have it ready.” He telephoned to Boston and ar ranged that a full kit should be dis patched by messenger. He suggest ed a nurse; but Mary Ann nega tived that. “I shall be within call always,” she said. “And Nancy will want to help. Any unnecessary people could only add to the confusion. He needs quiet, needs to sleep.” He assented. “Yes, that’s true,” he agreed. “But I must let Father know,” she remembered. Doctor Greeding said quickly: “Of course.” And he urged: “Have him come up here, Mary Ann.” He was suddenly and for no tangible reason eager to see Professor Car lisle again. Jerrell took this matter in hand; he volunteered to drive to Boston and fetch Dan’s father. “It’s bet ter than having him make the trip alone,” he said. “And—l must con fess my fault to him, Mary Ann.” She reassured him. “It wasn’t your fault. It was an accident,” she urged. Yet she let him go. Thomas took him in the boat to the landing where he had left his car. He would, they decided, return next day. Dusk began to creep across the lake and cloak the island. Dan was drowsily conscious, murmur ing absurdities and realizing their absurdity and chuckling at himself; and Nancy, close b> him, holding his hand, laughed with him ever so tenderly. Mary Ann had made a couch in the billiard-room, close by where he lay. After dinner—they ate in the kitchen, in relays, one of them always by his side—Mary Ann insisted that Doctor Greeding go to bed for a while. “I’ll call you later,” she prom ised. “Nancy will stay with him, and I’ll sleep here, and we’ll call you!” So Doctor Greeding went to his room; but at first he did not sleep. He turned on all the lights, unwill ing that there should be anywhere a shadowed corner in which any thing or nothing might be hidden. The man’s nerves began to twitch raggedly. He had a sense of dark forces gathering like a smothering cloud. He slept at last uneasily; and when at last some one came tapping at his door, he woke with a bound and a cry. “It’s Nancy, Father,” the girl said reassuringly, through the pan els. “It’s all right. Nothing’s hap pened. Only Mary Ann thought you might come down for a while now.” “At once,” he promised, steadily enough; yet it was in fact some time before he was sufficiently com posed to face them. When he came downstairs, he found Mary Ann by Dan’s side, Nancy half asleep in a great chair near. Doctor Greeding touched Dan’s wrist, his brow, and nodded reassuringly; and Mary Ann smiled. She went to spread a blanket gently over Nancy. “You lie down too,” Doctor Greeding directed. She obeyed him, white and weary; and Doctor Greeding was left with the hurt man. He stood beside Dan for a moment; then he too sat down —sat without moving, while long thoughts absorbed him. Sometime later he looked toward Nancy. Her eyes were open. He saw the glint of them. “Awake, dear?” he murmured. She smiled. “I had a bad dream,” she whispered. “But it’s all right if you’re here.” And she sighed, and slept again. Her faith was like a draft of warming wine. Hours later Nancy roused, and came and stood with her hand touching Dan’s. His fingers closed faintly over hers. “He knows me,” Nancy whis pered; and Dan muttered: “Nancy. There?” “Here always, Dan. Hush now, darling. Sleep.” She held him in her love as a mother holds a babe in arms. Doc tor Greeding drew back into the shadows while she took his place at her lover’s side. And so at last the long night ended, darkness yield ng to the warm gray of dawn. CHAPTER X There followed days of waiting, of that inaction which is so much more difficult than action, when they could only tend the hurt man, and seek to cheer him with their smiles, feeding with the fuel of their un tainted strength the flickering fire of life that burned in him. Sometimes he was in torment, but he managed to grin despite the pain, hiding his “Head Ache? It’s the Fumes, Get Out of Doors.” anguish behind a brave mask of mirth from these folk who loved him. He did thus deceive Nancy; but at such hours his brow was wet, and Mary Ann knew he suffered, and eased him as she could. Doctor Greeding himself seldom went far from where the hurt man lay. He clung to Dan’s proximity, as a mariner in stormy weather clings to sate anchorage, with a jealous diligence. Here was his task and his desire; to make sure, first of all, that Dan came back to health again. He would not by even a brief absence take the least risk of failure. The vigil left its mark upon him, so that even Mao Ann urged him to rest, to walk around the island, or take a boat-ride, or find some oth er means of distraction. “You need it," she insisted. “You’re deadly tired.” MIDLAND JOURNAL, RISING SUN, MD. “I’m all right,” he protested. "I’ll stand by." Jerrell and Professor Carlisle had arrived early on the first morning, having left Cambridge at dawn. Doctor Greeding welcomed them. There was rising in him a deep af fection for these folk, a new per ception of the kindliness and under standing in them all. Jerrell, for in stance, had not offered to throw the resources of his wealth at their disposal; his silence seemed to as sume that whatever could be done for Dan, they would do. Some men, Doctor Greeding reflected, would have displayed the arrogance natural to financial power; would have insisted on summoning other physicians, nurses, on importing hospital facilities of every kind. He liked Jerrell for his reticence in this direction. And Doctor Greeding had, where the others were concerned, even more personal reasons for grati tude. The accident to Dan was, after all, his fault; and Nancy, and Dan too —since they were familiar with firearms—must know this. Yet neither reproached him, or offered him blame. He welcomed Professor Carlisle’s coming as an opportunity for con fession, hoping by an open admis sion of his culpability to ease his own heart; and he took the first con venient occasion. He and Jerrell were in the big living-room; Mary Ann and Nancy and Professor Car lisle were with Dan in the dining room, the length of the house away. Then Professor Carlisle came back from Dan’s side; and he asked Doc tor Greeding: “You think he has a chance, Doc tor? Mary Ann says that is your opinion.” “I believe so, yes,” Doctor Greed ing assented. And he said, to Jer rell as well as to Professor Car lisle: “I hope so. Because, Pro fessor, this was not Jerrell’s fault: it was mine.” Jerrell protested generously: “Hardly, Ned. It was my clumsi ness.” Qut Professor Carlisle waited, watching Doctor Greeding; and the surgeon said explicitly: “No, Ira.” He spoke to Dan’s father. “You see, Professor Car lisle, I had just fired the pistol. I removed the empty clip, thinking I had fired the last cartridge. Most accidents with automatics occur through just such carelessness as mine. I should have worked the action to be sure that the barrel was empty. I neglected to do this. I should have made sure the gun was empty before giving it to Jerrell.” He smiled frankly. “No one has blamed me,” he confessed. “They’ve all been mighty kind and generous. But it was my fault, just the same.” Neither man spoke; and he added honestly: “As a matter of fact, this was worse than carelessness. With that particular pistol, if the barrel is empty, the action stays half-open. The fact that it was closed should have warned me that there was still a cartridge in the barrel. I was in credibly stupid!” There was a moment’s silence. Then Jerrell said uncomfortably: “Decent of you to say that, Ned. But after all, if I hadn’t pointed the gun at Dan—” He added, in an incredulous rec ollection: “I didn’t mean to, tried not to. I can’t understand it, ev en now. It was exactly as if some one’s hand, on mine, swung the pis tol toward Dan—” “If it had been empty, you could have done no harm,” Doctor Greed ing insisted. Professor Carlisle looked keenly at the Doctor. “No one is—blam able for an accident,” he remarked. “This of course was an accident. Let it rest so.” And he repeated his question of a moment before. “You think he will recover?” “Yes.” “Why?” the older man inquired. "On what signs do you rely?” Doctor Greeding hesitated, shook his head, smiled. “I don’t know,” he said. “Instinct. A guess, per haps.” He chuckled. “Or it may be that I’m relying on my luck. I was born under a caul, Professor. The old women say that’s a sign of luck, you know; and I’ve always been lucky, certainly.” Professor Carlisle sat down, al most suddenly, as though he were tired. His eyes still on Doctor Greeding’s face, he filled his pipe and lighted it. So presently he spoke. “Born under a caul, were you, Doctor?” he repeated thoughtfully. And he said: “I remember you once told me some strange experi ences of a friend of yours, who was also born under a caul.” Doctor Greeding felt his cheek flame; then the blood drained away, and he cursed his folly, his own loose tongue. There was no accusa tion in the Professor’s tone; yet Doctor Greeding felt himself ac cused. “Yes, so I did,” he confessed lamely. Professor Carlisle puffed at his pipe, his old eyes stern and still. “Strange things do happen,” he said gravely, “ —some things too dark for the human mind to contemplate.” He met Doctor Greeding’s glance. “I perceive,” he said, “that Dan and Nancy—” “Yes. lam much pleased,” Doc tor Greeding said hurriedly. “You do not—object?” the Pro fessor asked. “No,” the other man assured him. “No!” And he said: “Strange things, yes. Dan’s recovery—l think he will recover—is almost like a miracle, for instance.” Some thing like an appeal for mercy was in his tone. The old man said inflexibly: "Yes. If he does recover.” And at that, abruptlj, Doctor Greeding turned away and went out through the billiard-room to where Dan lay. He questioned Mary Ann with a glance. “He’s fine,” she said. “Not much pain, and no temperature. Doctor, you mustn’t —doubt. He’ll get bet ter.” She smiled hearteningly. “He’s bound to. This is one of your mir acles, you know.” “It’s already twenty-four hours,” he reflected. “Wound draining?” “Perfectly.” “I’ll stay with him for a while,” he suggested. “If you want to— rest.” And he did in fact stay close to Dan’s side during the days that fol lowed. This was not all solicitude for Dan. It was in part defensive; since so long as he stayed near Dan—who was conscious and ration al now—he need not be alone with Professor Carlisle. There was m Doctor Greeding a passionate desire to avoid that wise bold man, whose shrewd eyes saw so much, who might be keen enough to suspect, and even to credit, the incredible. He perceived that ques tions multiplied in the other’s mind; but so long as he himself stayed near Dan, who must overhear any catechism that might be attempted, Professor Carlisle could not inter rogate him. And—Doctor Greeding had no an swers ready for the old man’s un asked questions; so he clung to Dan as a buckler and a shield. He and Mary Ann and Nancy shared that vigil; but he bore the greater burden. It was as though he poured his own life and strength into the hurt man. He seemed in fact visibly to fail while Dan grew stronger. For Dan’s strength did begin to return, his color to im prove; and his spirits were brave and unsubdued. Doctor Greeding, by contrast, be gan to look like an ill man. Nancy paid him a heavenly tenderness. And Mary Ann entered with her in to this conspiracy of gentleness to ward the man who so visibly grew weary and drawn before their eyes. She said to him, once, at dawn: “You mustn’t—wear yourself out, Doctor.” And she added, under standingly: “Father told me you blame yourself for Dan’s being hurt. But that’s wrong. You mustn’t wor ry. Grief and worry can make you ill, and Dan doesn’t blame you. None of us do.” He said: “I wonaer if that’s why Dan’s getting better. Because he’s not blaming me, not—hating me. Hate and anger are poisonous things, Mary Ann. They can de stroy a man, if he harbor them.” She protested smilingly: “Nobody hates anybody here!” He said gently: “You’re a very fine woman, Mary Ann.” There was a question in his mind, but he did not ask it. There was no need. To any discerning eye, it was clear Russians Unearth Rich Archeological Finds That Are of Historic Importance Archeological finds of historic importance have been brought to light by a number of Soviet scien tific expeditions, says the Chicago Tribune. The Crimea, Kazakstan in cen tral Asia, the ancient Tatar re public, the Georgian republic in the mountainous Caucasus, and the Ural province, are among the re gions which have yielded rich finds that are being studied by specialists ir. various Soviet museums. Ancient flint implements on the site of a 200,000 year old settlement of Neanderthal man were found on the Katcha river in the Crimea by ar. expedition of the Moscow His torical museum. This is reported to be the first settlement of that era discovered in an open area, all previous Neanderthal settlements having been found in hillside caves. In the village of Pychka nearby the expedition discovered some in teresting examples of the art of the pre-Scythian culture of 3000-2000 B. C. These drawings depicted battle scenes, executed on the face of a cliff in red pigment, over an area of ten meters. Numerous relics of the Bronze Age were found in Kazakstan by another expedition of the Histor ical museum. After weeks of pains taking excavations, a communal ■■ enough that between Mary Ann and Jerrell there was a bond which grew stronger in these days under the same roof together. Jerrell seemed younger each day; and Mary Ann wore radiance like a garment, and a happy certainty and pride. The second day after Dan’s hurt, there was a change in the weather. It grew warmer, and a hot haze ob scured the sky, diffusing the rays of the sun. Dan suffered from the heat, as they all did; yet the day passed somehow. After dinner, Nan “lt’s the Way the World Is, Though, Isn’t It, Father?” cy and Doctor Greeding went out on the open terrace in front of the house, where a faint breeze stirred. The stars were obscured by the haze across the sky; and Nancy said: “We need a shower, Father, to clear the air.” He nodded. “Tomorrow, prob ably,” he said. “It’s never uncom fortably hot here for very long.” They stood side by side, her arm through his. “But I don’t think I shall ever like it here again,” she confessed. He was shaken. “No? Why, Nan cy?” “I think partly because Dan was —hurt here,” she decided. “And— it can’t ever be the same without Mother. When Dan can be moved, let’s go back to Cambridge, Fa ther. Sell the island.” “I wish you’d stay here with me,” he suggested. “For a while, for this last time—” She said, with the blind cruelty of youth: “I hate leaving you, Fa ther. But—l want to be with Dan, always, life’s so short! I know that now. We’ve so little time. I don’t want to miss a single day I might have with him!" “I shall be lonely without you Nancy,” he confessed. “I know,” she nodded. “And I’m sorry. It’s the way the world is, though, isn’t it, Father? No mat ter how much I love you, I must go to Dan.” He assented gravely. “Yes. And I won’t try to keep you from him.” She laughed, clinging to his arm, her voice deep and warm. “You couldn’t, ever,” she whispered ar dently. “No matter how you tried. Nothing ever can.” (TO BE CONTINUED) hut twenty-five meters long, tombs and a sacrificial altar .vere un covered. In the altar were found the charred bones of prehistoric domestic animals, pot containing the remains of food, and several bone cubes resembling modern dice That the Stone Age man roamed the mountains of the Caucasus is indicated by the discovery of a cave near the city of Jugilee, Geor gia, in which a number of flint implements were found. Olfactory Organ The sense organ of smell, the olfactory organ, is tucked away in a not easily accessible region, making it difficult to reach it for experimental purposes. It is at the top of the nasal chamber, back of each eye socket. It consists of a patch of membrane about an inch square that differs in color from that of the surrounding areas. It is covered with delicate fila ments resembling hairs that are the sense receptors. A coating of mucous substance is maintained on the membrane immersing the sensitive filaments. The substance that produces the smell reaction is dissoved in the mucous coating and in this dissolved form affects the filaments. Ask Me Another 0 A General Quiz • Bell Syndicate.—WNU Serrice. ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ 1. By what country were doub loons coined? 2. In politics, what is a refer endum? 3. Who was father of Mary Queen of Scots? 4. What was a covette? 5. What are the two chief is ' lands of New Zealand called? 1 6. What is the atlas bone? 7. What is an Eurasian? [ 8. Who was Pluto’s wife? ' 9. What president of the U. S. 1 had Rutherford for his first name? 10. What is a collect? 11. What is a foot pound? > 12. Who won the Battle of the ■ Pyramids? , Answers , 1. Spain. ' 2. 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