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Show CHAPTER XX. A Sudden Message. "Man nllvo!" exclaimed Lomuol Johnson as ho stood besldo his brother ono morning, with Dr. Dunwiddio and Dr. Groy, explaining to him a plan by which thoy hoped to bonollt his condition condi-tion nnd hnsten his recovery. "Man allvo, Joel" exclaimed tho cxcltablo llttlo man, thrusting his hands Into his pockots, his florid faco growing reddor, his oye3 sparkling with indignation. indig-nation. "Have you no sonso at all? Have you no prldo. no common ambition ambi-tion to got woll? To mako a buccoss of lifo? Would you rather llo horo, growing loss and less capablo of anything, any-thing, llko an Indolent tramp, and keop on suffering strnlght ahead for years mnybo, when by porfoct caro In this hospital, or Infirmary, or what-ovor what-ovor it Is, in tho city something may bo dono for you, and you would bo sot up liko a now man ready for any position and to build tip as good a homo as any man living? Why, great Scott, Joo Johnson, if you nro my brother and tho only ono I've got, I must say I'd bo ashamod to own you I If you rofuso." Tho Invalid was growing oxcltodako. rvfl Mil IT I "Et'd be nothln' new cf ye was ashamed asham-ed of me." 'stead o' llvln' locked up in a coll llko a crlm'nal an' kopt thyar an' never let out. Mcbby et do run In thes fam'ly ter bojshef'less an' no 'count, but I hov es good sense es yo hov, Lorn Johnsing, an'. 1 ain't ter bo tomfooled tom-fooled liko a Wman " Dr. Dunwiddio"' laid his strong hand on his . shoulder.' and epoko to him sharply. "Llo down," v ho said, "man, and listen to us. Wp gUe you tho choice. You shall havefrom now till to-morrow morning ;tocon"siaar; after that will bo too late. Chooso ono of two alternatives: nomaln Just whore you are, from shoerjBtubbornnoss nnd die, for dlo you must If you persist in thiB.ijncL In. HctiJiy, torturing manner man-ner as you cifinffR'feoniprehond,' or. comply with our wishes that may doubtless bo painful at first, and may oven end fatally r piaco It all before you, holding ljack but with ton chances to ono of ypur recovery nnd a long lifo." Johnson's faco lost its defiance nild cunning; it grew livid, and paled to a deathly hue His sinister oyos wero fixed on tho doctor.'sTfaco with nn expression of cowardly terror in them, His brother's fit of violent temper, ho could meet with equal force, but Dr. Dunwlddio's voice and manner boro as much weight as his words which wero uttered clearly nnd calmly, but which tho man was unused. to hearing, and which thereforo impressed him moro than they might havo dono other, wise, full of meaning and warning as thoy wore Ho lay among tho pillows with his faco turned to tho wall, motionless as though ho were already dead, his slnowy right hand clutched tho covering cov-ering long after his brother nnd tho doctors left, not knowing that through tho half open door Doloros, from tho outer room, was watching him with a faco set as his own, hor hands clasped passionately, her lips shut closo to still the cry that rose from hor heart, that found words only in a now, wild, Inarticulate prayer. "God, whom I know not, forglvo him forgivo him." But thero was not a trace of this emotion upon her faco or in her manner man-ner as she stood, a day or two after, at tho west window of tho library at Judgo Green's, tho soft brown dres3 Dora had fitted for her, falling gracefully grace-fully around her. Sho hold back tho laco draperies with ono arm loaning against tho casing of tho Inrgo French window, and lookod llko a picture, so quiet sho stood, flushed from tho light of tho sunset above Dora wns sitting upon tho ottoman at, her feet, her delicate faco ralsod to tho faco nbovo her. Dora said she could sit forovor at Dolores' foot and watch her. DoloreB' faco was a study of which ono would never tiro, which ono must study to understand, which ono could novor fully understand. under-stand. (To ho continued.) |