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the heat and sound waves, and he listened, listened for years, to the

awful, brazen hum from which there could be no escape; at the same time it

seemed to him that he was only a Fresh to steal the clapper of the chapel bell

Finally he came to what he would have considered a lucid interval, had it

not appeared that Helen Sherhispering to Tom Meredith at the

foot of his bed This he knew to be a fictitious presentation of his

fever, for was she not by this tin lands? And,

also, Toed youth

with an undeniable storotesque

necromancy of his hallucinations, assumed a preposterous likeness to his

old friend He waved his hand to the figures and they vanished like

figments of a dreah

for the lady to look exquisitely pretty No one could help wishing to stay

in a world which contained as char a picture as that