"
"But I tell yer, I kyant reckerlect a thing befo' I kinder waked
up in the hospital, en the Johnnies call me Yankee Blank. I jes'
wish folks would lemme alone on that pint. Hit allus bothers me en
makes me mad. How kin I reckerlect when I kyant?" and he began to
show signs of strong vexation.
Dr. Barnes was about to interfere when Mrs. Nichol, who had grown
calmer, rose, took her son's hand, and said brokenly: "Albert,
look me in the face, your mother's face, and try, TRY with all
your heart and soul and mind. Don't you remember ME?"
It was evident that her son did try. His brow wrinkled in the
perplexed effort, and he looked at her fixedly for a moment or
more; but no magnetic current from his mother's hand, no
suggestion of the dear features which had bent over him in
childhood and turned toward him in love and pride through
subsequent years found anything in his arrested consciousness
answering to her appeal.
The effort and its failure only irritated him, and he broke out:
"Now look yere, I be as I be. What's the use of all these goin's
on? Doctor, if you sez these folks are my father and mother, so be
it.
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