never see one that come t' anything,
that did n't screech as ef the haouse was afire 'n' it wanted to call all
the fire-ingines within ten mild."

The Doctor smiled, but he became thoughtful in a moment. Did he possess
a hitherto unexercised personal power, which put the key of this young
girl's nervous system into his hands? The remarkable tranquillizing
effect of the contact of his hand with her forehead looked like an
immediate physical action.

It might have been a mere coincidence, however. He would not form an
opinion until his next visit.

At that next visit it did seem as if some of Nurse Byloe's seventy devils
had possession of the girl. All the strange spasmodic movements, the
chokings, the odd sounds, the wild talk, the laughing and crying, were in
full blast. All the remedies which had been ordered seemed to have been
of no avail. The Doctor could hardly refuse trying his quasi magnetic
influence, and placed the tips of his fingers on her forehead. The
result was the same that had followed the similar proceeding the day
before,--the storm was soon calmed, and after a little time she fell into
a quiet sleep, as in the first instance.

Here was an awkward affair for the physician, to be sure! He held this
power in his hands, which no remedy and no other person seemed to
possess. How long would he be chained to her; and she to him, and what
would be the consequence of the mysterious relation which must
necessarily spring up between a man like him, in the plenitude of vital
force, of strongly attractive personality, and a young girl organized for
victory over the calmest blood and the steadiest resistance?

Every day after this made matters worse. There was something almost
partaking of the miraculous in the influence he was acquiring over her.
His "Peace, be still!" was obeyed by the stormy elements of this young
soul, as if it had been a supernatural command. How could he resist the
dictate of humanity which called him to make his visits more frequent,
that her intervals of rest might be more numerous? How could he refuse to
sit at her bedside for a while in the evening, that she might be quieted,
instead of beginning the night sleepless and agitated?

The Doctor was a man of refined feeling as well as of principle, and he
had besides a sacred memory in the deepest heart of his affections. It
was the common belief in the village that he would never marry again, but
that his first and only lo