The Face of Rosenfeld — page 68: what you’re looking at

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& 44 + oe THH FACE OF ROSENFETL, 61 _Lamar’s face, but the physician’s glance was downward and his brow contracted. Lamar tapped his foot moodily against the fender and seemed wrapped in a brown study. Maxey longed for some word of encouragement or comfort from his friend, the physician. He had the greatest confidence in Doctor Lamar’s carefully considered opinions, but this time the physician did not seem to have any opinion to offer. Suddenly Lamar’s attention was caught by an object lying on the hearthstone. He stooped and picked it up. ‘‘ Have you been burning paper, Maxey?” ‘“No,” returned Maxey, quickly, ‘‘I have not.” ‘What is that?” Maxey took from his hand the corner of a newspaper with a charred edge. He scrutinized it suspiciously. Ordinarily he would have thrown such an object aside contemptuously. In the present emergency he would have examined a pin if Lamar had handed it to him. ‘‘Have you burned any paper in this grate, Mrs. Davis?” asked Maxey of the nurse. ‘‘ Think before you speak. It may be a very important matter.” — <7] have not had any paper in my hand since I have been here. ‘hat’s easily settled.” ‘‘’There has been a very large piece of paper burned here,” said Lamar in a whisper. ‘See there, and there! Lhe black ashes are all about.” The physician stamped his foot near the grate anit the little breath of air caused by the concussion made a rustle of light-burned paper on the floor. “Tt is the newspaper containing the story of our find- ing Annette!’ exclaimed the artist, with growing sus- picion, ‘‘A paper which I was very anxious to keep, —~, Ce eR ice Rings es pig aah ade 45 PRY eae ; Sty - ; fier aa at fo Om 1% “ie eee) ‘ et ee w . ee > TSP E r \» - Li > 4 . han ‘ i ~ L : aay , ¢ te) if 4 t ‘ , > 3 ; , 4 ry ne 2 gy ee Sear - b; - viva