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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
"There, there!" he murmured; 1 ' dont be so agitated. It will be only a moment."
But the father, with sickening dread, saw that a great light of hope was dawning on Nora's face. He closed his eyes, and prayer sprang to his lips.
"Oh, God!" he breathed, "I cant see her disappointed again — how can I?"
For a few tense moments they waited, silently. Nora was trembling like a leaf, and, tho her fath er held, her hand tightly, he was afraid to look at her; afraid to look at the doctor, lest the great hope be stifled ere it w a s scarcely born.
"There!" said the doctor, suddenly, and there were tears in his own eyes, tho his voice rang happily; "it's over. Can you bear a shock, Miss Nora — can you bear good news?"
The girl's face became glorified, as if a radiance from the sun had flashed suddenly across it. John MacLane, in doubt, cried out sharply :
"Is it good news, sir — are you sure % Dont waken her hopes "
His voice broke in a sob, but the doctor understood.
"I'm as sure as I am that I stand here, ' ' he said. ' ' In six months ' time she will see as well as you do. I am going now — you two will want to be alone. Tomorrow we can arrange about her treatment. Good-night. ' '
He slipped away, tactfully. He knew that the two would wish to be alone in their first hour of gladness.
WALTER HORTON REASSURES HIS FATHER
John MacLane took his daughter in his arms, and for a long time they were silent. Great joy, like great sorrow, has few words.
"You must go to bed now, dear," the father said, an hour later, when their first tumultuous feelings had spent themselves, and they had dropped into happy plans for the future. ' ' I have to go out for half an h6ur ; when I come in, I will say goodnight, if you are not asleep."
Asleep ! It seemed to Nora that she never could sleep again. She had tried to control her feelings , for her father's sake; she had tried to be c aim and rational, and to talk over the great news quietly, because she knew that he feared the effect of the excitement. Now she tossed restlessly on her bed, listening for his footsteps on the stairs. At last she dozed fitfully, snatches of dreams mingling with her agitated thoughts. Suddenly she sat upright in the bed, wide awake. Had she heard a fall and a startled cry, or was it only part of her dream ?
The great house was perfectly silent now. Was it very late? Had her father come in and gone to his room, thinking her asleep? She slipped a warm robe over her shoulders, and went quietly down the stairs, into the library. She knew not whether the house was in darkness or light — she only knew that it was very, very quiet.
Inside the library, she went toward her father's chair, but she paused,