"This stone is the efflorescence of a limestone cavern, given to him, no
doubt, but when and where? And how is it that you did not know it,
knowing his every thought?" he said in a tense, excited voice.
Lillian was on her feet again in an instant, her eyes shining, her cheeks
flushed, her voice trembling. "Oh, Julian, you think it is possible that
Archie is alive! Oh, I believe it! I believe it! And the thought is like
the elixir of life, like the ecstasy of heaven!"
He made no direct reply, but turned hastily to go to the telephone. "You
cannot afford to lose any chance, even the most remote. The county
officers must be notified, advertisements sent out, and offers of reward.
There is not a moment to be wasted."
"But Gladys thinks it is a folly," cried Lillian, following him into the
hall, eager to test the negative view, fearful of her trembling hope;
"and my aunt is troubled for my sanity."
As he waited for the line, which was "busy," he turned and sternly
surveyed her. "Why should you defer to their views, Lillian? Haven't you
yet had enough of ordering your life by the standards of others? Be
yourself--if you have any identity left at this late day.
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