partial consciousness. It was Jessie who first caught the expression
of the opening eyes, and darting forward, she exclaimed, "She's waked
up, Dr. Holbrook. She will live."

Wonderingly Maddy looked at her, and then as a confused recollection
of where they had met before crossed her mind, she smiled faintly, and
said:

"Where am I now? Have I never come home, and is this Dr. Holbrook's
office?"

"No, no; it's home, your home, and you are getting well," Jessie
cried, bending over the bewildered girl. "Dr. Holbrook has cured you,
and Guy is here, and I, and--"

"Hush, you disturb her," the doctor said, gently pulling Jessie away,
and himself asking Maddy how she felt.

She did not recognize him. She only had a vague idea that he might be
some doctor, but not Dr. Holbrook, sure; not the one who had so
puzzled and tortured her on a day which seemed now so far behind. From
the white-haired man kneeling by the bedside there was a burst of
thanksgiving for the life restored, and then Grandpa Markham tottered
from the room, out into the open air, which had never fallen so
refreshingly on his tried frame as it fell now, when he first knew
that Maddy would live. He did not care for his homestead; that might
go, and he still be happy with Maddy left. But He who had marked that
true disciple's every sigh, had another good in store, willing it so
that both should come together, even as the two disappointments had
come hand in hand.