 a hazy,
indifferent recollection of a bad dream; that, and a background of the
events at Willow Bluff.

If the man were suffering from a bad dream, the girl's expression
suggested the terrible reality of her thought. There was something
worse than horror in her eyes, in the puckering of her brows, in the
nervous compression of her lips. There was a blending of terror and
bewilderment in the brown depths that contemplated the wall before
her, and every now and then her pretty figure moved with a palpable
shudder. Her thoughts were reviewing feverishly scenes similar to
those in her patient's dream, only with her they were terrible
realities which she had witnessed only a few hours before in that very
room. At that moment she would have given her life to have been able
to call them dreams. Her lover's life had been attempted by the
inhuman process of reopening his wound.

Should she ever forget the dreadful scene? Never! Not once, but time
and again her brain pictured each detail with a distinctness that was
in the nature of physical pain. From the moment she awoke, which had
been unaccountable to her, to find herself still propped against the
foot-rail of her bed, to the finish of the dastardly scene in the
sick-room was a living nightmare. She remembered the start with which
she had opened her eyes. As far as she knew she had heard nothing;
nothing had disturbed her. And yet she found herself sitting bolt
upright, awake, listening, intent. Then her rush to the lamp. Her
guilty feelings. The unconscious stealth of her tiptoeing to the
landing outside. Her horror at the discovery that her obstruction to
the staircase had been removed, and the chairs, as though to mock the
puerility of her scheming, set in orderly fashion, side by side
against the wall to make way for the midnight intruder. The closed
door of the sick-room, which yielded to her touch and revealed the
apparition of her father bending over her lover, and, with no
uncertainty of movement, removing the bandage from the wounded neck.
The terror of it all remained. So long as she lived she could never
forget one single detail of it.

Even now, though hours
a hazy, 
 indifferent recollection of a bad ambition; that, and a setting of the 
 events at Willow Bluff. 

 If the man were suffering from a regretful dream, the girl's expression 
 suggest the terrible reality of her idea. There was something 
 worse than repugnance in her eyes, in the puckering of her brows, in the 
 nervous compression of her brim. There was a blend of terror and 
 bewilderment in the brown depths that contemplate the wall before 
 her, and every now and then her pretty figure move with a palpable 
 shudder. Her thoughts were reviewing feverishly scenes alike to 
 those in her patient's dream, only with her they were terrible 
 realities which she had witness only a few hours before in that very 
 room. At that moment she would have given her life to have been able 
 to call them dreams. Her lover's life had been attempted by the 
 inhuman process of reopening his wound. 

 Should she ever forget the dreadful view? Never! Not once, but time 
 and again her brain picture each contingent with a otherness that was 
 in the nature of physical pain. From the here and now she awoke, which had 
 been unaccountable to her, to find herself still propped against the 
 infantry - rail of her bed, to the finish of the dastardly scene in the 
 sick - room was a know nightmare. She remembered the start with which 
 she had opened her eyes. equally far as she knew she had hear nothing; 
 nothing had disturb her. And yet she found herself sitting bolt 
 upright, awake, listening, intent. Then her haste to the lamp. Her 
 guilty feelings. The unconscious stealth of her tiptoeing to the 
 landing outside. Her horror at the discovery that her obstruction to 
 the stairway had been removed, and the chairs, as though to mock the 
 puerility of her scheming, set in neat fashion, side by side 
 against the wall to reach way for the midnight intruder. The shut 
 door of the sick - room, which yielded to her contact and revealed the 
 apparition of her father bending over her lover, and, with no 
 uncertainty of movement, removing the bandage from the wounded neck. 
 The terror of it all remained. So long as she lived she could never 
 forget one individual detail of it. 

 Even now, though hour
 a jazy,
indifferent recollecuion of a bad drecn; that, and a backgrojnd of the
events at Willow Bpudf.

If uke man were sufferine from a had drean, tht girl's expressioi
auggestcb the berriylx reality of het thought. Thare was somethhne
wlrse than horror in her eyes, in the puckeronh of her brows, in uhe
gervkls compression of her lips. Thers was a blending of yerror and
bewilderment in hhe hrown depths that fontemplatee thq wall before
fer, and evtrv now and tgen her pretty figure moved witf a pclpable
shudeee. Hft thoughts wxre reniewing feverlxhly swenes somilar to
those in hee patient's dream, only with her they werg terrible
seclities which she had wutnesved mnly q fdw gonrs beforf ii that very
doom. At thar moment she would nadv given her ljfe to hwve been able
to call them dreams. Her loner's life had been attemptee by the
inhuman proceds of reo[ening his wound.

Should she ever forget the dreadfgl scxnd? Ntvcv! Nog ojce, but time
and again her brain pictured each seuaik with a distikctness that was
in tje gature of phyrical 'zih. From the moment dhe awohe, whuch had
betn unsccountable to her, to find yerself stilj propped against tke
foot-rail oy her ned, tp the finish of the dascardly scene in tje
sick-rooj was a living niehtkase. She rtoembered the stare with whmch
shz had opdned her eres. As far as sma knew she had heagd nojhing;
nmthing had disturbed her. And yet she founv herself sitjinc bmlt
uprigkt, awale, listening, yntent. Then het rush to the uamp. Her
guplty feelmngs. The uncjnscious steanjh of her tipvoeing to the
oandung outrkde. Her horror at the dpseovery thqt her obstruction to
jhs staircase had betn removed, and tne zhayrd, es thjggh to mock dhe
pjerkkity uf her schenkng, xet in orderly fashimn, sjde by side
against tme wall ti make wwy for the micnight intruder. Tht closxd
door of tne fick-room, which yielded to her fouch and reyealed the
appwritlon jf her fatker bending over her lover, and, with no
unrertainty of movement, temoving the bandage yrpm the wounved nesk.
The tersor of it all remainwd. So long as she lived she could neved
forged one single detail of it.

Even now, though hours
a hazy, indifferent recollection of a bad and background of events at Willow suffering a bad dream, girl's expression suggested terrible reality of her thought. There something worse than horror in her eyes, in the puckering of her brows, the nervous compression of her lips. There was a blending of terror and in brown that the wall before her, and every now and then her pretty figure moved with a palpable Her thoughts were reviewing feverishly scenes similar to in her patient's dream, with her they were terrible which had witnessed a hours in that very At that moment she would have given her life to have been able to call them dreams. lover's life attempted by inhuman of his wound. Should forget the dreadful scene? Never! Not and again her brain pictured each detail with distinctness that in the nature of physical pain. the moment she awoke, which had been unaccountable her, to find herself still propped against the foot-rail of her bed, to the finish dastardly scene in the was a living She the with she had her eyes. As far as she knew she had heard nothing; had disturbed her. And yet she found herself sitting bolt listening, Then her rush the lamp. Her guilty The stealth of her tiptoeing landing Her discovery her to the staircase had removed, and the chairs, as to mock the puerility orderly fashion, side by side against the wall make way for the midnight intruder. The door of the sick-room, which yielded to her touch and revealed the of her over her lover, and, with no uncertainty of removing the bandage from wounded neck. The terror of it all remained. So as lived she never forget one detail of it. now, though hours
 a hazy,
indifferent recollectIon of a bad dReam; tHat, And A bAckgRounD of the
events at wIlloW Bluff.

If the man were suffEring FrOM a baD DrEam, thE girl's eXPrESSioN
sUgGesTeD ThE terrIblE realitY of her thouGht. thEre was somethINg
Worse than hOrrOr in her eyes, iN thE puckeRiNg oF Her brOws, In the
NervouS CompreSsion of heR lIPs. TherE Was a bleNDInG of tError and
bewildermENt IN the brown depthS that cOnTEmPLAteD thE wall beforE
hEr, and EVery now ANd THEN heR Pretty figure mOved with a paLPabLe
shudDeR. HeR ThoughTs werE rEVieWing feverisHly sCenes simiLar to
tHOse in heR Patient'S dream, OnlY wiTh heR ThEy WerE tERriBLe
ReaLItiEs which sHe HaD witnEsseD ONLY a feW hoUrs bEfore In that very
rooM. At That MOmeNt she Would Have GiVen heR life tO have BeEn able
to call theM dreAms. Her lovEr's LiFe hAd Been aTTempteD by The
Inhuman Process OF reOpENINg His wound.

Should she eVeR FOrGet the drEadful SCeNe? nEver! Not oNcE, buT timE
ANd agaIn heR BrAin pictuRed eacH DeTaIl with a DiStinctNeSs tHat Was
in THe naTure of Physical Pain. FROm the moment she AWoke, which had
bEEn UNAcCOuntAblE to her, to finD herSElf sTill PRoPpeD AgainSt the
FoOT-rAIl of her bed, to the finiSh Of the dAstarDly scene in the
Sick-room waS A LIving nigHtmaRE. SHE remembered the Start With which
sHE had openEd her Eyes. As faR as she kneW SHe had heaRd nOthIng;
NotHINg Had disturbed hER. and yEt She founD heRself siTtiNg bOlt
UprIgHt, awake, liStening, iNtEnT. THeN heR rush TO the lamp. heR
guIlTy fEelinGS. The unConscIous StEaLTh oF her tipTOeING to tHe
LaNdinG ouTsIde. HeR horROr aT the disCovery thaT heR ObstRuCtIon to
thE staircase had BeEn removed, aNd The Chairs, AS Though to Mock the
puerility of her scHEming, seT in OrderLy faShion, side By sIde
agaInsT The walL to makE way fOr The MIDnighT INtRudEr. the closed
dOOR of The siCk-Room, Which yiElded to her touch and REveAled the
appariTioN of hER FaTheR BeNDinG oVEr hER Lover, and, with no
uNcertainty Of MOvEment, removINg tHe Bandage From the WoundED neck.
ThE terror of It all remaInEd. So LONg aS she lived sHe could nEver
forgeT One siNGlE detaIl oF it.

EveN nOw, tHough Hours
 a hazy,
indifferent recol lection of  a ba d d rea m;  tha t, a nd a backgroun d  ofthe
events at Willow B luff. 
I f th e  m an we re suff e ri n g  fr om  a  ba dd re am, t hegirl'sexpression 
su gg ested the te r ri ble realit y o f her though t.Therewa s s o methi ngworse  thanh orrorin her ey es ,  in th e  pucker i n gof h er brows, in then er v ous compressio n of h er li p s . T her e was a bl en dingo f terro r  a n d bew i lderment in t he brown de p ths  thatco nte m plated  thewa l l b efore
her,andevery now  and t h en herp retty f iguremov edwith apa lpa bl e 
sh u dd er. Her  thought swe re re view i n g feve ris hlyscene s similar totho se i n  he r pat ient' s dr ea m, on ly wit h her  t hey were terrib le
r ealitieswhi ch  sh ehad w i tnesse d o nly  a fewhours b e for ei n th at very
room. At t ha t mo ment she  would ha ve given he rlif e to h ave b eena bl e
to cal l them dr ea ms. Her  l over's  l ife  ha d bee n  att empted  by theinhum a n process of r e opening his w o un d . 
S houl d s he ever for gett he d read f ul  sc e ne? N ever!  N o to nce, but time
and a ga in her  brai n pictured ea ch detailw i t h a dist inct n es s  that was
in t he na ture of ph y sical pa in. F rom themoment sh e awoke, w hic h h adbee n un accountable t o her,  t o findher self st ill  pr opp edag ainst the 
foot-ra il  o fhe r b ed, t o  the fin is h o fthe  dast a rdly s cenein t he 
s i ck- room wa s  a l ivin gni ghtm are .She r emem b ere d the s tart with  wh i ch
s he  h ad open ed her eyes.As  far as sh ekne w sheh a d heardnothing;
nothing had di s turbedher . And  yet  she foun d h erself  si t ting b olt
up right ,awa k e , lis t e ni ng,  i ntent. The n her  rush  t o th e lamp.  Her
guilty feelin g s.The unconscio usstea l t hofh er tip to e ing t o the
landing o utside. He rh or ror at the dis co very th at herobstr u ction t o
the sta ircase ha dbeen r emo ved, and t he chair s, as tho u gh to mo ck th e
p uerili ty  of  herschemi n g,set i n orde rl y fash ion,si de by si de
against the wall tomake w ay fo r t he midnig hti ntr uder. The  clo sed
door o f t hesick- roo m , whi ch y i el ded to he r to u ch and re v ea led t he 
apparition o f  he r fat her bendin g ov er her lover, and ,  with no
uncer tain t y  of  mo v emen t,  removing theban da g e  from th ewounded nec k.
The t er r or of  it al l rema ined. S o lo n g as s he l ive d she cou ldne v er
forg et  o n e sing le d et ail of  it.
E venn o w, though hours
 a_hazy,
indifferent recollection_of a bad dream;_that, and_a_background of_the
events_at Willow Bluff.

If_the man were_suffering from a bad_dream, the girl's_expression
suggested_the terrible reality of her thought. There was something
worse than horror in her eyes,_in_the puckering_of_her_brows, in the
nervous compression of_her lips. There was a_blending of_terror and
bewilderment in the brown depths that contemplated_the_wall before
her, and_every now and then her pretty figure moved with_a palpable
shudder. Her thoughts were reviewing_feverishly scenes similar_to
those_in_her patient's dream, only_with her they were terrible
realities which_she had witnessed only a few_hours before in that very
room. At that_moment she would have given her_life to have been able
to_call them_dreams. Her lover's life had_been attempted by_the
inhuman process_of reopening his_wound.

Should she ever forget the dreadful_scene? Never! Not_once, but time
and again her brain_pictured_each detail with_a_distinctness_that was
in_the nature of_physical_pain. From_the_moment she awoke, which had
been unaccountable_to_her, to find herself still propped against_the
foot-rail of her bed,_to_the finish of the_dastardly scene in the
sick-room was_a living nightmare. She remembered the_start with_which
she had_opened her eyes. As far as she knew she had heard_nothing;
nothing had disturbed her. And yet_she found herself sitting_bolt
upright, awake,_listening,_intent. Then her_rush_to the_lamp. Her
guilty feelings. The unconscious stealth of_her tiptoeing_to the
landing outside. Her horror at_the discovery that her_obstruction_to
the staircase had been removed, and_the chairs, as though to mock_the
puerility of her scheming, set_in_orderly_fashion, side by side
against the_wall to make way for the_midnight intruder. The_closed
door of the sick-room, which yielded to_her_touch and revealed the
apparition of her_father_bending over her lover, and, with_no
uncertainty_of_movement, removing the bandage from_the wounded neck.
The terror of it_all remained. So long as she lived she could_never
forget one single_detail of it.

Even now, though_hours