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Updated: May 17, 2025
On his arrival with the doctor, Paul endeavored first to see his mother alone. For some reason she would not have it so. She took the unspeakable situation as it came. He was shown into the room where she sat, and by her orders Doctor Gainsworth was with him. She rose quietly and came to meet them. Placing her hand in her son's arm, and looking towards the bed, she said: "Doctor my husband."
Bring Doctor Gainsworth." In the local man's opinion, the writer of that dispatch was Doctor Gainsworth's true patient. What could induce a woman in Mrs. Bogardus's position to give such hasty publicity to this shocking disclosure, allowing it were true? The more he dwelt on it the less he liked the responsibility he was taking.
"Madam!" said Doctor Gainsworth. He had been Mrs. Bogardus's family physician for many years. "My husband," she repeated. The doctor appeared to accept the statement. As the three approached the bed Mrs. Bogardus leaned heavily upon her son. Paul released his arm and placed it firmly around her. He felt her shudder. "Mother," he said to her with an indescribable accent that tore her heart.
The doctor began his examination. He addressed his patient as "Mr. Bogardus." "Mistake," said a low, husky voice from the bed. "This ain't the man." Doctor Gainsworth pursued his investigations. "What is your name?" he asked the patient suddenly. The hunted eyes turned with ghastly appeal upon the faces around him. "Paul, speak to him! Own your father," Mrs. Bogardus whispered passionately.
"It is for him to speak now," said Paul. "When he is well, Doctor," he added aloud, "he will know his own name." "This man will never be well," the doctor answered. "If there is anything to prove, for or against the identity you claim for him, it will have to be done within a very few days." Doctor Gainsworth rose and held out his hand. He was a man of delicate perceptions.
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