Adventure Magazine Cover, October 1911 — page 69: what you’re looking at

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Forbidden Treasure of a woman touched not in her ordinary humanity, but in the quick of her heart. Then, as for the flash of an instant her eyes met Berwind’s, her face blazed crimson and she turned away. But he bravely called her to his aid. ““Miss Lee,”’ he said, “‘ while we are getting him below, will you help me?”’ He snapped a bunch of keys from his pocket, jerked one off and held it toward her. ‘‘The medicine chest in the surgery,”’ he said, without look- ing up at her, “‘the little drawer at the left of the box—I want the digitalis and the hypo.-case. You understand?” Nora took the key and turned. But her father, following her, laid a hand upon her arm. ‘‘My dear,’ he said, “this is the place for a man’s help. Go to your cabin. I'll see to this.” Nora, shaking and faint, gave in grate- fully and he led her to the door of her cabin. CHAPTER XIX THE BELL ONCE MORE HE WEEK that followed was the most agreeable that the ship’s company of the Blessed Damozel had yet spent on their Icelandic cruise. Even Mr. Lee, delighted to find himself promoted from the position of invalid to the guardianship of a patient in more pressing condition than himself, hustled about Stuart’s cabin, watching the Doctor’s careful apportionment of the patient’s food. Then, as the days went by, the strength, returning by leaps and bounds into Stuart’s healthy young frame, brought him first out into the cabin and at last upon the deck. Mr. Lee was continually at his elbow with a paraphernalia of rugs, stewards and beef- tea, which, had it not excited a profound gratitude, might have aroused amusement in the recipient of his superfluous attentions. ‘““As a matter of fact,” said Berwind, ‘‘what we may have done for you, old man, in the way of rescue, is as nothing compared to your service. Mr. Lee is marvelously changed for the better. You have been his salvation.” “If I provide diversion for Mr. Lee,” Stuart said, weakly—it was his first day on deck—“‘it is little enough. You think he is better? | Berwind nodded emphatically. ‘Better? I never saw such an improvement! From the very hour that you were carried aboard IOI5 he seems to have taken a new lease of life.” He fixed Stuart suddenly with a penetrating glance. “‘You have guessed, I suppose,” he said abruptly, “‘what it is that ails him.”’ Stuart flushed. ‘“‘Upon my word, Ber- wind,” he responded with some heat, “I hope you don’t think me the kind of chap that pokes about in his host’s private affairs.” The Doctor raised his hand. ‘Oh, rot!” he said good-naturedly. “I don’t want you to think things worse than they are, that is all. Poor Mr. Lee! You remember my telling you back there in Reykjavik how he had led the strenuous life till he came to smash?”’ “Railroad president,—archeologist Stuart ruminated. ‘‘ Yes, remember. You said he made no end of a hit with a paper on early Gothic survivals and engineered a big railroad deal at the same time with the other hand; then came home and went to pieces, poor old chap. Upon my word, it is an honorable record. He came home upon his shield at any rate.” Berwind nodded. ‘‘ You see, the pain was most acute. They had to remove a section of the fifth nerve and all that. So, in order to give him relief, they had to resort to hypodermics 2 Stuart shot a quick glance at the speaker. ‘““Morphia?”’ he asked softly. ‘“‘Morphia,’’ answered the Doctor with a sigh. ‘‘And there you have the whole mat- ter in a nutshell. ? “DR. CURRIE—you have heard of him—recommended the South Sea Islands. But I had been working up a theory of my own—arctic air with its purity, stimulus, that sort of thing. Dr. Currie was good enough to pick me out. I had been one of the assistants in his private hospital and when I left to put up my shin- gle, he knew that > Berwind paused and the flicker of a grimace passed over his harsh face. ‘‘He knew that the amount of practise I was scraping together after five years was not exactly of the colossal dimen- sions to detain me in New York. You see, I am not the kind that the ladies take to, and the children. So, as my outlook was not exactly dazzling, I was glad enough to take this chance. “But he is better,’ responded Mark heartily. Berwind nodded in regretful affirmation. cComicloooks C©