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DOCTOR FRANZ. 199 “Well, if you can fulminate in that manner, things cannot be so very bad, I fancy. I feared to find you ina very different state. How was the danger so speedily averted?” “‘There never was any danger. <A good deal of fever, a little weakness, through loss of blood, that was all. But now tell me, father——” “By-and-by. I must look at this wound first my- self,” interrupted his father, still visibly agitated. “{ shall not be easy untill have satisfied myself with my own eyes.” He took off the bandage, and began to examine the appearance of the wound. During this inves- tigation his brow cleared, and at length he said, with a little shake of the head: “You are right. The wound is deep, and may have produced some serious symptoms at first, but itis not one involving danger to life. I don’t un- derstand your surgeon.” “Heaven have mercy onthe patient who falls into his hands!” said Max, emphatically. “ But not- withstanding that unlucky telegram, I cannot think how. you could resolve on coming to this place. You know that you are under a ban—that the old sentence is stillin force. Directly they recognize you, you will be arrested, and imprisoned in the citadel again.” “Do not make yourself uneasy,” replied his father. “There is no fear whatever of discovery. I am staying at an inn in one of the suburbs under an as- sumed name; besides, Il am quite a stranger to this town. Noone here is personally acquainted with me except”—a cloud came over his face—“ except the governor, and it is not likely I shall meet him. We have both of us good reasons to avoid each other.” “No matter, with every hour you spend here, you are incurring fresh risk to your freedom, your life. Did not you think of all this when you undertook the journey ?” ) “No,” returned Brunnow, his voice faltering with deep emotion. “I heard that my only son lay at death’s door, and I said to myself that, as a profes- Eomichooks:. co