This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1915 Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XII Hedwig and the professor made steady progress toward recovery, and in due time met again beside the library hearth. Each was still bandaged, neither had a hand to give the other, but the professor"s eyes were full of tears as he gazed at his young hostess, but for whose prompt courage he must surely have died, and Hedwig could not meet him for whom she had risked and suffered so much without emotion. "Is the pain gone?" asked the professor, his German voice deeper and warmer than ever from the stress of feeling. "Quite gone, thank you. And you? Are you no longer suffering?" asked Hedwig, looking up into the kind face, still veiled in absorbent cotton on the injured side. He really was a big-hearted, splendid man, she thought, and she was very glad indeed that his treacherous chemicals had failed in their attempt to rob her of such a trusty friend. "There is not much pain left, only a twinge now and then, to remind me. I am afraid I am not going to be so beautiful as before, Miss Hedwig; my face is surely scarred," smiled the professor. "I am sorry that I can not place a chair for you; Betty must help us both into our seats until we have hands once again." Old Betty got them both into their places, and left them. There was silence for a moment, and then Professor Ebers spoke. "If only there were any words in either of our languages in which to thank you, Miss Hedwig! But what can a man say to a woman to whom he owes his life, and who has shown such heroism for his sake!" "Please don"t look at it that way, Mr. Ebers," said Hedwig. "It would have been dreadful to have failed--that is the only thought that haunted me during those first hours of half delirium after the accident. We won"t talk about it--it will be something neither of us can ever forg...