“I found out it was your daughter who was ill, by my magnetic power,” Bollinger answered, evading the last question.
“If that don’t beat all!” ejaculated the old man.
“Allow me to see your daughter,” asked the healer.
The old man led the way to Camilla’s room and said to his daughter, “Here’s that young healer you were so anxious to have come and see you.” He asked her a few simple questions as to where she felt the pain, and the like, and was told that the pain was in her heart. Taking a small pad from his pocket he turned to the old man and said, “Do you read?”
“Printing, but not writing,” was the answer.
“Does your daughter read?”
“Of course she does; do you think you are the only one who has had an edication? Why don’t you make use of your magnetic power and quit asking so many questions?”
Bollinger did not answer his question, but continued to write on the pad. Tearing off the sheet, he handed it to Camilla and said, “Read this to yourself twenty times an hour. But remember! yourself. If you read it aloud, the spell will be broken and I shall be unable to do anything for you. I will come tomorrow and see if you are any better. Good morning.” And he picked up his hat and left the room. Papa Knight followed him to the front door and said, “How much do I owe you for today’s work?”
“I prefer to collect my fee all at once,” the doctor replied.
“How much will that be?”