me!" he
protested. "Zoeth--he--he's down in a heap on the kitchen floor. He's
had a--a stroke or somethin'."

"God A'mighty!" cried Shadrach, and bolted out of the door. Mary
followed him and a moment later, Mr. Chase followed her. The store was
left to take care of itself.

They found poor Zoeth not exactly in a heap on the floor of the kitchen,
but partially propped against one of the kitchen chairs. He was not
unconscious but could speak only with difficulty. They carried him to
the bedroom and Isaiah was sent on another gallop after the doctor. When
the latter came he gave his patient a thorough examination and emerged
from the sickroom looking grave.

"You must get a nurse," he said. "This is likely to last a long while.
It is a slight paralytic stroke, I should say, though what brought it
on I haven't the least idea. Has Mr. Hamilton had any sudden shock or
fright or anything of that sort?"

He had not, so far as anyone knew. Isaiah, being questioned, told of
Zoeth's coming in for dinner and of his--Isaiah's--handing him the
morning's mail.

"I fetched it myself down from the post-office," said Isaiah. "There was
a couple of Hamilton and Company letters and the Wellmouth Register and
one of them circulum advertisements about So-and-So's horse liniment,
and, and--yes, seems to me there was a letter for Zoeth himself. He took
'em all and sot down in the kitchen to look 'em over. I went into the
dinin'-room. Next thing I knew I heard him say, 'O God!' just like
that."

"Avast heavin', Isaiah!" put in Captain Shadrach. "You're way off your
course. Zoeth never said that. That's the way I talk, but he don't."

"He done it this time," persisted Isaiah. "I turned and looked through
the doorway at him and he was standin' in the middle of the kitchen
floor. Seems to me he had a piece of white paper in his hand--seem's if
he did. And then, afore I could say a word, he kind of groaned and sunk
down in--in a pile, as you might say, right on the floor. And I couldn't
get him up, nor get him to speak to me, nor nothin'. Yet he must have
come to enough to move after I left and to crawl acrost and lean against
that chair."

The horse liniment circular and the Wellmouth Register were there on the
kitchen table just where Mr. Hamilton had laid them. There, also, were
the two letters addressed to Hamilton and Company. Of the letter which
Isaiah seemed to remember as addressed to Zoeth personally, there was no
sign.

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