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"Here they are," said Miss Smith; and she read: "Lamour's Disease; the rarest of all known diseases; first discovered and described by Ero S. Lamour, M.D., M.S., F.B.A., M.F.H., in 1861. Only a single case has ever been observed. This case is fully described in Dr. Lamour's superb and monumental work in sixteen volumes.
For a moment she remained silent, then, face averted, laid her finger on the book beside her. "That," she said unsteadily. He read aloud: "Lamour's Disease. A Treatise in sixteen volumes by Ero S. Lamour, M.D., M.S., F.B.A., M.F.H." "All that?" he asked guiltily. "I don't know, Mr. Carden. Are you laughing at me? Do you not believe me?"
Unfortunately, some of these disappeared early within a week but the curious manifestation of physical beauty remained, and continued to increase daily to a dazzling radiance, with no apparent injury to the patient. Dr. Lamour, unfortunately, died before his investigations, covering over forty years, could be completed; his widow survived him for a day or two only, leaving sixteen children.
At any rate, if there is a sort of shadow left it's because I use my eyes in my profession." "Dr. Lamour says that the dark circles disappear, anyway," said the girl, unconvinced. "Cold-cream had nothing to do with it." "But it did! Really it did. And as for the other symptoms, I well, I can't help my pulses when y-you t-t-touch me." "Please, Mr. Carden." "I don't mean to be impertinent.
Lamour married his patient," said the Tracer mildly. "He I that need not be necessary " "But if it should prove necessary?" "I you " "Answer me, child." She stared across at Carden, biting her red lips. He turned pink promptly and fidgeted. "He has got it!" she whispered excitedly. "Oh, do you mind if I take him for mine? I am perfectly wild to begin on him!"
That bride was Jeanie's grandmother; and when she died last year, she said, "Let little Jeanie have my lamour beads, and keep them as long as she lives." But what puzzled Jeanie was, how the amber came to be on the seashore; and, most of all, how the bees and mosses came inside of it. Should you like to know? If you would, that is one of Mother Nature's stories, and she will gladly tell it.
She looked at him compassionately for a moment, then rose. "It is best that you should be informed as to your probable condition," she said. "In Lamour's works, volume nine, you had better read exactly what Lamour says. Do you mind coming to the office with me, Mr. Carden?" "Now?" "Yes. The book is there. Do you mind coming?" "No no, of course not."
It is a necklace of amber beads, "lamour beads," old Elsie calls them; that is the name they went by when she was young. You have, perhaps, seen amber, and know its rich, sunshiny color, and its fragrance when rubbed; and do you also know that rubbing will make amber attract things somewhat as a magnet does?
She had turned suddenly to confront him, surprising a humorous glimmer in his eyes. "I really do not believe I am seriously ill," he said, laughing in spite of her grave eyes. "Then perhaps you had better read a little about what Lamour describes as the symptoms of this malady," she said sadly. "Is it fatal?" he inquired. "Ultimately.
And in return she was holding nothing! nothing except a young man's hands strong, muscular hands which, after all, were holding her own imprisoned. So she had nothing in exchange for the ninth volume of Lamour; and her life's work had been annihilated by a smile; and she was very much alone in the world very isolated and very youthful.
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