You Never Know Your Luck, Complete

. That was when, having diagnosed correctly and operated, a new and unexpected seat of trouble and peril was exposed, and instant action had to be taken. The great man naturally rose to the situ

at the sight of the carnage, she remained, and she and John Sibley were as cool as the Young Doctor and his fellow-anatomist, till it was all over, and Shiel Crozier was started again on a safe journey back to health. Then a thing, which would have been amusing if it had not been so deeply human, happened.

ccasion, while always wanting to hold it, and wanting her also to share his not wholly reputed, though far from precarious, existence. He had never got so far as to tell her that; but if she had understanding she would realise after to-night what he had in his mind. She, feeling her arm thrill with the

the truth to shame the devil-it's what does a man good! And going bung over a horserace-that's what got me too, where I was young and tender. Swatted that Burlingame

judge smile-I saw it, not ten minutes before his honour put on th

enly conscious of the enormity John Sib

d-that he had taken her hand. She was conscious in a nice, sympathetic way th

or opened and her mother came out-not to spy, not to reproach her daughter for sitting with a man in

usiness in there, and there isn't time to get supper ready. It's as good for you a

the tea slowly like

eaction, and you'll pay for it. It wasn't fit work for a girl of your age; but I'm proud of your nerve, and I'm glad you showed the Young Doctor what you can do

afterwards, saw the swift knives, helped to staunch the blood, held the basin, disinfected the instruments which had made an attack on the man of men in her eyes, and saw the wound stitched up-the las

s to give them skill; but a country physician and surgeon must be a sane being to keep his nerve when called on to use the knife, and he must have a more than usual gift for such business. That

, but it was a pleasure which brought pain. He was not so blind that he had not caught at her romance, in which he was the central figure-a romance which had not vanished since the day he declared in the court-room that he was married, or had been married. Kitty's eyes told their own story, and it made him uneasy and remorseful. Yet he could not remember when, even for an i

think of impropriety. She was primitive and she had rather a before-the-flood nature, but she had not the faintest vulgar strain in her. Her mind was essentially pure; nothing material in her had been awakened. Her greatest joy was to do the many things for the patient which a nurse must do-prepare his food, give him drink, adjust his pillows, bathe his face and hands, take his temperature; and on his part he tried hard to

gh he could not decide how. He had a deep confidence in the Young Doctor, in his judgment and his character; and it was almost inevitable that he should tell hi

iscussing the probable verdict against the man who had shot him-the trial was to come on soon, and once again Au

ial, Burlingame has written to a firm of lawyers in Kerry to

ave my evidence in the Logan Trial." He raised himself on his elbow. "I owe you a great deal," he added feelingly, "and I can't repay

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