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The catechist had been gone but a short time when a knock sounded upon the door. "Come in," called out Keith, thinking it was an Indian who had come to see him. To his surprise, however, a white man entered, who seemed to be in a great hurry. "Are you Mr. Steadman?" he at once began. "Yes," replied Keith. "What can I do for you?" "You're a doctor, I understand." "Yes."
This James Steadman had been valet to her ladyship's father, Lord Peverill, during the declining years of that nobleman. The narrow limits of a sick room had brought the master and servant into a closer companionship than is common to that relation.
Steadman?" The maiden clutched the letter in her hand, rose, and started for the door. She felt it was something important. "And you will go quick?" "Jennie go quick," was the response; "all same wind," and with that she passed out of the room. When once outside, Jennie paused and looked across to the Indian village. There was a short cut, which would save her the longer way around.
No, this will go to Steadman by acclamation, unless you let us nominate you." "Well, I'll reconsider," said the doctor, "and phone you inside of twenty-four hours." When Mr. Gilchrist had gone, the doctor sat with his hands behind his head. His eyes were very bright, and a flush mantled his cheek. His heart thumped so hard, he could hear it.
'There is method in his madness, said Lord Hartfield. 'He talked very much like sanity just now. Has your husband had the charge of him long? Mrs. Steadman answered somewhat confusedly. 'A goodish time, sir. I can't quite exactly say time passes so quiet in a place like this. One hardly keeps count of the years. 'Forty years, perhaps? Mrs.
This condition has been so scrupulously adhered to that the old man's existence is known to no one in this house except you and me; and you have discovered the fact only by accident. I must beg you to keep this secret to yourself. Steadman has particular reasons for wishing to conceal the fact of his uncle's residence here. The old man is not actually a lunatic.
'It is no attack, I tell you. It is nothing but a dream, answered Steadman impatiently. 'Yet you were frightened, just as I was, or you would not have got up and dressed, said Hammond, looking at the man suspiciously.
Where O dear God! Another? Only a few days ago came a letter so cheerful and hopeful we have waited and prayed so patiently at my feet lies one from Colonel Steadman saying he is dead. Dead! Suddenly and without a moment's warning summoned to God! No! it cannot be! I am mad! O God, have mercy on us! My poor mother! And Lydia! Lydia! God comfort you! My brain seems afire. Am I mad? Not yet!
George Steadman, too, found his soul adrift on a wide sea, torn away from the harbor that had seemed so safe and land-locked, so unassailable; and on that wider sea there came the glimpses of a sunrise, of a new day. It puzzled him, frightened him, angered him. In the newness of it all, he detected danger.
I have known you for days, and your face has been so often in my mind." "Oh, Mr. Steadman," she said, trembling with excitement, "I am so glad you are here. My poor father has been strange all day. To-night he got up, opened the cabin door, and fell down the steps. With great difficulty, I managed to get him back into the room, where he now lies moaning as if in great pain.
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