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Thurston, I. T. (Ida Treadwell), 1848-1918

"The Bishop's Shadow"

"
Brown promptly obeyed both orders, and Mrs. Martin, the housekeeper,
hastily prepared a room for the unexpected guest. The doctor soon
responded to the summons, but all his efforts failed to restore the
boy to consciousness that day. The bishop watched the child as
anxiously as if it had been one of his own flesh and blood. He had
neither wife nor child, but perhaps all the more for that, his great
heart held love enough and to spare for every child that came in his
way.
It was near the close of the following day when Tode's eyes slowly
opened and he came back to consciousness, but his eyes wandered about
the strange room and he still lay silent and motionless. The doctor
and the bishop were both beside him at the moment and he glanced from
one face to the other in a vague, doubtful fashion. He asked no
question, however, and soon his eyes again closed wearily, but this
time in sleep, healthful and refreshing, instead of the stupor that
had preceded it, and the doctor turned away with an expression of
satisfaction.
"He'll pull through now," he said in a low tone. "He's young and full
of vitality--he'll soon be all right."
The bishop rubbed his hands with satisfaction. "That's well! That's
well!" he exclaimed, heartily.
The doctor looked at him curiously.


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