n demanded the ministrations of both the
physician and her maid. That night something further occurred that led
to much more agitation and weeping and upbraiding and reproaches and
accusations and all manner of things his father evidently wished him not
to hear, for he firmly closed the door between their rooms. The doctor
came a third time, and in the morning, burning with fever and caring
little whither he went, Jimmy was only vaguely conscious that he was
being gently borne down the stairway and into the open air, and thought
he was flying until again stowed away between sheets that seemed so
fresh and cool, and once he thought daddy was standing over him, dressed
again in his uniform, and he was sure Aunt Marion had bent to kiss him,
and then that every now and then Miss 'Cilla placed a slim, cool hand
upon his forehead and removed some icy bandage that seemed almost to
sizzle when it touched his skin. From time to time something was fed him
from a tiny spoon, and all the time he was getting hotter and duller,
and the lightest cover was insupportable, and he wished to toss it
off--toss everything off--toss himself off the little white bed; and
then, mercifully, Jim knew nothing at all but dreams for many a day
until he and Minneconjou came once more slowly to their senses, for
Minneconjou had been every bit as flighty, as far out of its head, as
Jimmy Dwight, and it had not typhoid to excuse it, either.

The day following Jimmy's seizure, Major Dwight appeared in public again
for the first time since his strange attack. He had ever been of spare
habit, but now he was gaunt as a greyhound, and his uniform hung
flabbily about his wasted form. He looked two shades grayer and ten
years older. His eyes were dull and deep-set. His face was ashen. He was
not fit to be up and about, said the doctors, but could not be kept at
home. Mrs. Dwight was in semi-hysterical condition, requiring frequent
sedatives and unlimited Felicie. There had been--yes, in answer to
direct question, the physicians had to own--there had been a scene
between the aging husband and the youthful wife and, though the details
were fairly well known to these gentlemen, they were almost as fairly
kept inviolate. But for the voluble, the invaluable Felicie, Minneconjou
might have been kept guessing for ten days longer. Dwight spent his
waking hours mostly at the Rays', wistfully watching the doctor and
pleading to be admitted to the bedside of the burning l