"Now, doctor, Miss Selwyn can't generally stay loitering very long among
us Mill Roaders, and p'raps we'd better get our business done up right
away. Anyway if Mr. Bowen is anything like me, he's getting fidgetty by
this time to know if he's likely to get to them big city doctors."
"I have grown too intimate with patience to be so easily disturbed," he
said, gently.
"You would like to get your sight?" I questioned. He spoke so calmly, the
thought occurred he might have grown to love the hush of darkness. His
face flushed. I never knew before or since a person of his years who
colored so easily.
"Only God can know how I have longed to see the light, and the face of my
fellow man; but I had no hope until Death opened my eyes."
His voice trembled with emotion.
"What a privilege to give that man his sight," I murmured to the doctor.
"The privilege belongs to you, I believe."
"Oh, no indeed. I was thinking of the skill of your profession. It seems
almost God-like."
"We do our work mainly for money. In this case I am told you supply
that."
Mrs. Blake was waiting impatiently.
"What is to be done? Can Mr. Bowen go immediately?" I asked.
"To-morrow, if he is ready. I have already written to the doctor who will
take charge of his case. He is famous for diseases of the eye, especially
cataract, which is the trouble here."
"He will need some one to accompany him?" I asked anxiously. "This seemed
the chief difficulty now."
"Not necessarily.
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