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Page 56
CHAPTER XVIII
A GIRL'S RAVINGS
Raymond Case passed a sleepless night watching over Margaret. The
doctor called once more, as he had agreed, and left another soothing
powder, which the nurse administered with difficulty. She shook her
head when she came out of the sick room.
"What do you think?" questioned the young man pleadingly.
"To tell the truth, it looks like a bad case to me, Mr. Case," was the
reply. "I may be mistaken, but I've had a pretty large hospital
experience. She doesn't seem to respond to treatment as she should."
"Don't you think I ought to call in a specialist?"
Martha Sampson shrugged her shoulders. "That is for you to say. It
wouldn't be proper for me to say anything against Doctor Bird."
"I'll send for a specialist at once," said Raymond, and hurried off to
the nearest telephone station. He had some difficulty in getting the
proper connection with New York, and then had to hold the wire until
the specialist could be roused up. The expert's fee was large, but
once guaranteed, he promised to come by the first train.
"He'll be here by seven o'clock," said the young man, on returning to
the house.
"Will you let Doctor Bird know?"
"Yes, as soon as the specialist gets here. I want to be sure of my new
man first."
It was six o'clock when Margaret roused up once more. Raymond was
dozing in an armchair, the nurse having retired to get a short sleep.
The young man was instantly at the sufferer's side.
All the color had left Margaret's face and she was deathly pale. Her
eyes were as bright as stars and had a look in them that Raymond had
never before seen.
"Are you better, Margaret?" he asked softly.
"I--I don't know," she answered slowly. "I--I feel very strange all
over me."
"Perhaps you had better go to sleep again."
"No, I don't want to sleep any more, Raymond. I want to know
something."
"What is it, dear?"
"Will they make me go to the funerals?" Her face began to show signs
of worriment.
"You'll not have to go if you don't wish to," he answered, and gave a
slight shiver in spite of himself, for the question was such an
unexpected one.
"I can't go--I can't look at them! And then the crowd would stare so!
Oh, Raymond, the crowd is the worst of all! Hundreds of eyes boring
one through and through! I can't stand that!"
"You'll not have to stand that, Margaret. But go to sleep, do! It
will do you a world of good," and he smoothed down her hair fondly.
"No, I've slept enough--I want to talk. Oh, I am not afraid to talk
now," she added, sitting up. "I thought it all out while I was
sleeping. Isn't it funny that one can think a thing out in one's
sleep? And it's so very clear now--as clear as crystal--and it was so
dark and muddled before. Will they give me a trial?"
He started in spite of himself. "Please don't think of that now,
Margaret, I beg of you. Lie down and try to sleep. I have sent for
another doctor, a specialist. He will be here soon."
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