“Through my innocent fault she suffered. I long to be near her, to aid if possible in her restoration. And with my altered looks she will never recognize me.”
“But how will you get over your name?”
“Will you please recommend me to your friends, the hospital directors, as Doctor Rupert, of Ohio?”
“We shall all be scorched by our political foes for appointing an Ohio man at Weston,” lugubriously.
Doctor Rupert, rising to take leave, smiled admiringly at the handsome executive, and answered:
“You are celebrated all over the country for sticking to your friends through thick and thin.”
“Yes, yes. I can never turn my back on a friend. It’s not in my nature. Let the enemy rage. My shoulders are broad enough to bear it,” genially answered the governor, with a cordial parting handshake.
CHAPTER IX.
UNDER HER SPELL.
Among twelve hundred patients in various stages of insanity it was difficult to notice one above another, but gradually all the physicians and attendants began to take an uncommon interest in the pretty dark-eyed, golden-haired young girl who had been brought to the asylum in November.