“My heart went out to him then and there, and I put my arms around his neck and kissed him.
“By and by we went in to see Lita. At the sight of her father and me she ran into the furthest corner and no amount of coaxing could induce her to come out. Finally he asked me to leave him alone with her. Just as I was leaving I saw him give her her medicine.
“‘Oh,’ I exclaimed, ‘it is not time to give her that yet.’
“‘It is harmless enough,’ he said, closing the door.
“He remained in her room an hour or more and left the house soon after. At parting he said: ‘I shall come out often now, because I have two daughters instead of one to visit.’
“That night Lita was very violent. She shrieked and moaned most pitifully. My heart ached for her, but I did not dare to go to her while she was in such a state.
“At last she fell asleep, I suppose, for she ceased her ravings. When I took her breakfast to her the following morning I found her prone upon the floor, with hands clinched together as if in mortal agony. I was horror-stricken. I had never seen her like this before and had never heard that she had spells like this.
“She looked like death, and without regard to the strict orders we had had, never to call in a stranger, I fairly flew to the nearest doctor’s office.
“He responded at once, and after heroic treatments revived her. He asked to see the medicine we had been giving her. I showed it to him and he examined it critically, then looked grave.
“‘This is a drug which should not be administered except in an extreme case and then only in small doses,’ he said.