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200 DOOTOR FRANZ. sional man, I might possibly find a way to save him. L had no time to think of anything else.” Max clasped his father’s hand tightly, and tears glistened in his eyes, as he answered: “T did not think you set so much value on my life, father. Forgive me if I have sometimes doubted your affection forme. I have not deserved that you should sacrifice yourself in this way. l have caused you worry and care enough with my obstinacy, which has long refused to bend to any authority.” His father stopped him. “Let that be, Max,” said he. “We will forget all that has come between us hitherto. Only get strong again, then all will be well.” He stooped, and pressed his lips to his son’s fore- head—a mark of tenderness which had long been out of use between them. “You shall not have to complain of your stubborn son, the ‘realist,’ again,” he said in alow voice. “I shall never forget, father, all that you have risked in my behalf. But now, promise me to leave again at once.” “T will start to-morrow morning,” declared Brun- now; “but I shallcome up again early to see you before Igo. No remonstrances, Max. Do not dis- tress yourself with needless anxiety. I tell you, discovery is out of the question. But now I will leave you. You are greatly in want of rest, and have had far more excitement than is good for you in your condition.” “Bah! it won’t dome any harm. I havea first- rate constitution,” replied Max, reflecting that he had that day gone through a lively professional skirmish anda betrothal without detriment to his health. He preferred, however, to say nothing to his father of his love-affairs for the present, so he chose another topic. “You must have been nota little surprised to have to come and look me up here at the govern- ment-house?” : “That I certainly was; and the name of Council- or Moser, who, as I hear, is an official connected Gomicbooks (E(0)