The Argosy, Christmas 1912 — page 122: what you’re looking at

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108 you to attend to him and see that his eyes are in good sMape. You under- stand? ” | ‘For her sake, eh?” “For both their sakes—hers as well as his. I hope to remain a friend of the family.” He looked away. Walling was touched. “T understand,” he said sympathet- ically. “And I’m glad you're after Bennett to have the matter attended to.” “Ves, I want to hear your decision as soon as possible.” “ My decision? ” “ Well, your opinion as to how much there is wrong, and the best method of treatment, and so on,” said Osgood, a little hastily. He got up. “Well, I must be going. When shall I see you? ”’ “As soon as you like—when you THE ARGOSY. bring Bennett in. I should get hold of him to-morrow, if I were you.” “T will. Dll see him first thing, and, if it’s humanly possible, get him to come. I hope you won't be too busy.” “Tl squeeze in an appointment with Bennett at any time.”’ “Good. Together, we ought to clear up his difficulty, oughtn’t we?” and Osgood smiled. “Yes, indeed. Well, good-by. See you to-morrow.” “Hope so. Good-by.” Osgood left. Walling watched him thread his way through the smoking- room and out at the door opposite. Then he sat down. He picked up his paper slowly, but he did not read it long. After a few minutes he laid it aside, and looked at the door opposite doubtfully. “TI wonder,’ he said to himself, ‘“‘ what little game that fellow’s up to?” (To be continued.) T was just midnight when Frank Swanson let himself into the house. All over the city bells and whis- tles were stridently proclaming the ar- rival of Christmas morning, and from a church spire on the corner below the chimes were sweetly playing, “ Oh, little town of Bethlehem! ” Swanson himself, as he came down the street, had been full of the Christ- mas spirit of “ peace on earth, good- will toward man,” his step light, his head thrown back, his heart beating in tune to the exultant pealing of the bells. But, as he entered the gloomy, old mansion, a shadow seemed to fall upon his joyous mood. From under the library door streamed a line of light into the darkened hallway, show- ing that his father was still up; and oO CO MICLOOKS C©