Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1913)

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WITH THE EYES OF THE BLIND 95 "I know that you're a blessed little angel, always making the best of everything, " replied the father, and his eyes were misty. She was so brave, so patient, and yet he, who loved her so deeply, was undeceived; he knew that, resolutely hidden away from his sight, there was in her heart a longing that was never stilled — the longing to look upon her father's face. Tonight there was a hope trembling of mine coming in tonight," he said, "just for a little call. I want you to meet him." When Doctor Stuyvesant came, he met Nora and chatted with her as any stranger would, but all the time his sharp eyes were studying her face. The father moved restlessly around the room in a tremor of excitement, not daring to hope, yet unable to keep his thoughts from dwelling on the possibility that the great specialist THE EYE-SPECIALIST BEGINS HIS TREATMENT in his heart ; a hope so faint, so elusive that he was afraid to put it into words lest it vanish. A great eye-specialist from Germany was visiting the city, and it had been easy for the wealthy John MacLane to arrange for a call from him. "I mustn't excite. Nora," he was thinking, "for it may be entirely hopeless. I wont let her know that the doctor thinks there is a possibility of helping her." Accordingly, he spoke to her in a tone that he tried to make lightly casual ' ' By the way, there 's a friend might be able to give him the gift that he most desired for his child. At last the doctor approached Nora, gently. "Would you mind very much, Miss Nora, if I looked at your eyes?" he asked. "You see, I'm interested in these cases — you wont think I am rude?" He had hoped to make the test without Nora's knowledge, but, with quick intuition, she divined his purpose. Her face turned white, and she swayed a little, but her father sprang to her side, and the doctor took her hand, with soothing words.