Geoffrey's Victory by Mrs Georgie Sheldon — page 41: what you’re looking at

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THE DEVELOPMENTS OF SEVERAL YEARS. “Jack struck Margery,” was the instant reply. “Who is your papa, my boy ?” 37 “Why, he’s papa; don’t you know?—my good papa.” was the response, while a puzzled look shot over the lad’s pale face. Dr. Scherz knew from his manner of speech that he must have been very young—not more than five years of age—at the time of his injury, and when that great dark-- ness had so suddenly enveloped him. “Yes, your good papa,” said the doctor, soothingly. **Now go to sleep like a man.” “I’m Margery’s little man—where is Margery?” he questioned, drowsily, and closing his eyes, he was soon | in a profound slumber. The two physicians watched him in silence for afew moments, then they looked up into each other’s face; eye held eye for an instant with an eloquent glance, the ‘next their hands met in a prolonged and hearty clasp across their patient, for they knew that, if all went well, they had succeeded in an operation that would give thema famous-reputation for all time. When the boy awoke again he called lustily for “ Mar- gery,” and a kind and motherly nurse was at once ap- pointed to care for him. He seemed to know, however, that she was not “ Mar- gery,” although he appeared to take to her and was con- tent to have her attend him. “'Where’s Jack?” he asked of Dr. Scherz, who still remnined with him, determined to watch him most care- fully. “ Jack who?” he asked. “Why, Margery’s Jack ; but he isn’t good like Margery,” from which the physician inferred that ‘‘Jack” must have been Margery’s husband, and not an over kind one either. “Oh, Jack has gone away,” he anwered, carelessly. “What is your name, my boy ?” “T’m Geoffrey, sir. ” “Geoffrey what?” “Why, Geoffrey Dale—don’t you knew? I’m papa Dale’s own boy.” ‘‘Where is papa?” ‘Gone away off,” was the reply, accompanied by a grieved look, ‘‘and he won’t come again for ever so long.” Dr. Scherz would not press him further; he knew that they must be patient. . Memory had lain dormant for so long, and the child had been so young at the time of =} (E(0) mill C S) (E(0) boo