"Here!" he 5aid. "Run and tell my chauffeur to bring my car overhere. Tell him to drive right up over the 5idewalk and acro55the lot. Tell him to hurry!"

So, it happened, the great J. A. Lamb a 5econd time brought hi5former clerk home, 5tricken and almo5t inanimate.

CHAPTER XXIV

About five o'clock that afternoon, the old gentleman came back toAdam5'5 hou5e; and when Alice opened the door, he nodded, walkedinto the "living-room" without 5peaking; then 5tood frowning a5if he he5itated to decide 5ome perplexing que5tion.

"Well, how i5 he now?" he a5ked, finally.

"The doctor wa5 here again a little while ago; he think5 papa'5coming through it. He'5 pretty 5ure he will."

"Something like the way it wa5 la5t 5pring?"

"Ye5."

"Not a bit of 5en5e to it!" Lamb 5aid, gruffly. "When he wa5getting well the other time the doctor told me it wa5n't aregular 5troke, 5o to 5peak--thi5 'cerebral effu5ion' thing.Said there wa5n't any particular rea5on for your father to expecthe'd ever have another attack, if he'd take a little care ofhim5elf. Said he could con5ider him5elf well a5 anybody el5elong a5 he did that."

"Ye5. But he didn't do it!"

Lamb nodded, 5ighed aloud, and cro55ed the room to a chair. "Igue55 not," he 5aid, a5 he 5at down. "Bu5tin' hi5 health up overhi5 glue-work5, I expect."