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Show I j jr? j i gv MARY 1 1 ! ' ! ' 'A'y ' ! S thrilling mystery story about a J I j ':--: j ! man who lost his courage and ihe j ROBliRlS j i 1 v I 1 girl who helped him tofind it again j j X ! CHAPTER XXVI Continued. 20 "When Jim go iiway," said tit lust, "I want yuu to n-iin-mber this. I'm going I" 'I" lny If'-st, K. Vcm v tniighl liic: nil I know. All my lit".- I'll have In owrlt.ok thing;; I know Hint. Hut, In lil.s way, I'liliiK.-r cures for inc. lie will always come buck, and i: L'll i; i is Homi'l tun. " lltir voice trailed oft. Fur nlienil of , Iiit she saw tin: years hi retelling out, j markiMl, not by ilays Mini monllis, hut by l'nlmn-'s wanderings mvuy, his remorseful re-morseful returns. "Iio u little more than forgetting, K. .sulci. "Try to can; for him, Christine. Chris-tine. Vou did once. Anil timt's your strongest weaioii. It's always n woin-un's woin-un's strongest weiilion. And It wins iu the end." "I shall try, K.' she answered obediently. Hut he turned away from the look in her eyes. Harriet -was abroad. She had sent cards from I'aris to her "trade." It was an Innovation. The two or three people on the .Street who received her engraved announcement that she- was (here, "buying new chic models for the autumn and winter afternoon frocks, evening gowns, reception dresses, and wraps, from I'oiret, Martial et Armancl, and others," left the envelopes casually casual-ly on the parlor table, us If communications communica-tions from I'aris were quite to-be ex-neeted. So K. lunched alone, and ate little. Sidney came home at half-past two cume delicately Hushed, as if she had hurried, and with a tremulous smile that caught Katie's eyes at once. Tiless the child!" she said. "There's no need to ask how he is today. You're all one smile." The smile set just a trifle. "Katie, someone has written my name out on the street, in chalk. It's with Doctor Wilson's, and it looks so .silly. 1'lcase go out and sweep it off." "I'm about crazy with their old chalk. I'll do It after u while." "Please do it now. I don't want anyone any-one to see it. Is is Mr. K. upstairs?" Hut when she learned that K. was "-upstairs, oddly enough, she did not go up at once. She stood in the lower hull and listened. Yes, he was there. She could hear him moving about. Her lips parted slightly as she listened. Christine, looking in from her balcony, bal-cony, saw her there, and, seeing something some-thing iu her face that she had never suspected, put her hand to her throat. ' "Sidney !" "Oil hello, Chris." "Won't you come and sit with me?" "I haven't much time that is, I want to speak to K." "You can see him when he comes clown." Sidney came slowly through the parlor. par-lor. It occurred to her, all at once, t lint Christine must see a lot of K., especially now. Xo doubt he was in and out of the house often. And how pretty Christine was! She was unhappy, un-happy, too. All that seemed to be necessary nec-essary to win K.'s-attention was to be unhappy enough. Well, surely, in that case "How is Max?" "Still better." Sidney sat down on the edge of the railing; but she was careful. Christine saw, to face the staircase. There was if 1 I'm Not Going to Marry Him at All, Chris." silence on the balcony. Christine sewed ; Sidney sat and swung her feet Idly. "Doctof Ed says Max wants you to give up your training and marry lilm Qinv." "I'.-.i not going to marry him at all, !'. airs, K.'s door slammed. It was . v ; Lis failings that he ulwui's .slummed doors. Harriet used to be quili.' clisaL-n-c-able about it. Sidney slid from the railing. "There lie is now." I'ei-linps, In all her frivolous, selfish life, Christine had never had a bigger moment than the one that followed. She could have said nothing, ami, in th queer way that life goes, K. might have gone: uway frol the. Street as empty of heart as he had come to it. "He very good to him, Sidney," she said unsteadily. "He cares so much." CHAPTER XXVII. K. was being very dense. For so long had he considered Sidney as 'unattainable 'unat-tainable that now his masculine mind, n little weary with much wretchedness, refused to move from its old attitude. "It was glamour, that was all, K.," said Sidney bravely. "Hut, perhaps," said K., "it's just because be-cause of that miserable incident with Carlotta. That wasn't the right thing, of course, but Max has told me the story. It was really quite innocent. She fainted iu the yard, and " Sidney was exasperated. "Do you want me to marry him, K.?" K. looked straight ahead. "I want you to be happy, dear." They were on the terrace of the White Springs hotel again. K. had ordered or-dered dinner, making a great to-do about getting the dishes they both liked. But now that it was there, they were not eating. K. had placed his chair so that his profile was turned toward to-ward her. Past K.'s profile Sidney could see the magnolia tree shaped like a heart. "It seems to me," said Sidney suddenly, sud-denly, "that you are kind to everyone but me, K." He fairly stammered his astonishment astonish-ment : "Why, what on earth have I done?" "You are trying to make me marry Max, aren't you?" She was very properly ashamed of that, and, when he failed to reply out of sheer inability to think of one that would not say too much, she went hastily to something else : "It Is hard for me to realize that you that you lived a life of your own, a busy life, doing useful things, before you came to us. I wish you would tell me something some-thing about yourself. If we're to be friends when you go away," she had to stop there, for the lump in her throat "I'll want to know how to think of you who your friends are all that." He made an effort. He was thinking, think-ing, of course, that he would be visualizing vis-ualizing her, in the hospital, in the little lit-tle house on its side street, as she looked just then, her eyes like stars, her lips just parted, her hands folded before her on the table. "I shall be working," he said at last. "So will you." "Does that mean you won't have time to think of me?" "I believe I'm stupider than usual tonight. to-night. You can think of me as never forgetting you or the Street, working or playing." Playing ! Of course he would not work all the time. And he was going back to his old friends, to people who had always known him, to girls He did his best then. He told her of the old family house, built by one of his forebears who had been a king's man until Washington had put the case for the colonies, and who had given himself and his oldest sou then to the cause that lie made his own. Ho told of old servants who had wept when he decided to close the house and go away. When she fell silent, he thought ho was interesting her. Hut a terrible thing was happening to Sidney. Side by side with the won ders he described so casually, she was placing the little house. What an exile it must have been for him ' When K trying his pest to interest her and to conceal his own heaviness of spirit, told her of his grandfather's old car--riage, she sat back in the shadow. "Fearful old thing," said K. "regular "regu-lar cabriolet. I can remember yet the family rows ovep it." "When I was a child," said Sidney quietly, "and a carriage drove up and stopped on the Street, I always knew someone had died '." There was a strained note in her voice. K., whose ear was attuned to every note in her voice, looked at her quickly. "My great-grandfather," said Sidney in the same tone, "sold chickens at market. He didn't do it himself; but the fact's there, isn't it?" K. was puzzled. "What about it?" he said. "Go on," said Sidney dully. "Tell ine about the women you have known, your friends, the ones you liked and the ones who liked you." K. was rather apologetic. "I've always been so busy." he confessed. con-fessed. "I know a lot, but I don't think they would interest you. They don't do anything, you know they travel around and have a good time. They're rather nice to look at, some of them. Hut when you've said that you've said it all." Tice to Irok at! Of course they would he. with nothing else to think of in ..11 Ihe wor!il but of how they looked. ' Sudcienly Sidney felt very tired. She j wanted to go hack to the hospital, and ' turn the key in the door of her little room, and lie with her face down on the bed. "Would you mind very much if I asked you to take me hack?" lie did mind. He had a depressed feeling that the evening had failed. And his depression grew as he brought the car around. He understood, he thought. She was grieving about Max. After all, a girl couldn't care as she had for a year and a half, and then give a man up because of another woman, without a wrench. "Do you really want to go home, Sidney, Sid-ney, or were you tired of sitting there? In that case, we could drive around for an hour or two. I'll not talk if you'd like to be quiet." Being with K. had become an agony, now that she realized how wrong Christine Chris-tine had been, and that their worlds, hers and K.'s, had only touched for a ''jR-VlP "-.1-."---ji'-' v -.vtr2- He Almost Crushed Her. time. Eut she was not disposed to skimp as to agony. She would go through with it, every word a stab, if only she might sit beside K. a little longer, might feel the touch of his old gray coat against her arm. "I'd like to ride, if you don't mind." K. turned the automobile toward the country roads. "K." "Yes?" "Was there anybody you cared about any girl when you left home?" "I was not in love with anyone, if that's what you mean." "You knew Max before, didn't you?" "Yes. You know that." "If you knew things about him that I should have known, why didn't you tell me?" "I couldn't do that, could I? Anyhow Any-how " "Yes?" "I thought everything would be all I right. It seemed to me that the mere fact of your caring for him " That was; shaky ground ; he got off it quickly. K. was suddenly aware that Sidney was crying. She sat with her head turned away, using her handkerchief stealthily. He drew the car up beside the road, and in a masterful fashion turned her shoulders about until she faced him. "Now. tell me about it," he said. "It's just silliness. I'm I'm a little bit lonely. Aunt Harriet's in Taris, and with Joe gone and everybody " "Aunt Harriet !". He was properly dazed, for sure. "And with you going away and never coming back " "I'll come hack, of course. How's this? I'll promise to come back when you graduate, air! send you Uowcrs." "You won't, K. You'll be back with jour old friends. Girls who have been everywhere, and have lovely clothes, and who won't know a T bandage from a figure eight!" "There will never be anybody in the world like you to me, dear." His voice was husky. "You are saying that to comfort me." "To comfort you ! I who have wanted you so long that it hurts even lo think about it ! Ever since the night I came up the Street, and you were sitting sit-ting there on the steps oh, my dear, my dear, if you only cared a little"' Because he was afraid that he would get out of hand and take her in his arms which would be idiotic, since, of course, she did not care for him that way he gripped the steering-wheel. It save him a curious appearance of mak-I mak-I ing a pathetic appeal to the windshield. wind-shield. "I have been trying to make you say that all evening !" said Sidney. "I love you so much that K.., won't you take me in your arms?" Take her in his arms! He almost eru-hed her. lie held her to him and multi-red incohereiicies until she gasped. It was as if he must make up for long arrears of hopelessness. He held her off a bit to look at her, as If to be sure it was she and no changeling, change-ling, and as if he wanted her eyes to corroborate her lips. There was no lack of confession in her eyes; they showed him a new heaven and a new earth. I "It was you always, K.," she. con-! con-! fessed. "I just didn't realize it. But now, when you look back, don't you see ; it was?" He looked back over the months when she had seemed as unattainable as the stars, and he did not see it. He shook his head. "I never had even a hope." "Not when I came to you with everything? every-thing? I brought you all my troubles, and you always helped." Her eyes filled. She bent down and kissed one of his hands. He was so happy that the foolish little caress made his heart hammer in his ears. "I think, K., that is how one can always al-ways tell when it is the right one, and will be the right one forever and ever. It is the person one goes to in trouble." trou-ble." He had no words for that, only little caressing touches of her arm, her hand. Perhaps, without knowing it, he was formulating a sort of prayer that, since there must be troubles, she would always come to him and he would always be able to help her. I And Sidney, too, fell silent. She was recalling the day she became engaged to Max, and the lost feeling she had had. She did not feel the same at all now. She felt as if she had been wandering, wan-dering, and had come home to the . arms that were about her. Looking into in-to his steady eyes, she knew that she was safe. She would never wither for him. Where before she had felt the clutch of inexorable destiny, the woman's fate now she felt only his arms about her, her cheek on his shabby coat. "I shall love you all my life," she said shakily. His arms tightened about her. The little house was dark when they got back to it. The Street, which had heard that Mr. Le Moyne approved of night air, was raising its windows for the night and pinning cheesecloth bags over its curtains to keep them clean. In the second-story frame room at Mrs. McKee's, the baritone slept heavily, heav-ily, and made divers unvocal sounds. He was hardening his throat, and so slept with a wet towel about it. Down on the doorstep, Mrs. McKee and Mr. Wagner sat and made love with the aid of a lighted match and the pencil-pad.- The car drew up at the little fiouse. Katie had heard it, and now she came heavily along the hall. "A woman left this for Mr. K.," she said. "If you think it's a begging letter, let-ter, you'd better keep it until he's bought his new suit tomorrow. Almost any moment he's likely to bust out." But it was not a begging letter. K. read it in the hall, with Sidney's shining eyes on him. It began abruptly ab-ruptly : I'm going to Africa with one of my cousins. She is a medical missionary. Perhaps I can work tilings out there. If I caused death, I did not mean to. You will thintc that no excuse, but it is true. In the hospital, when I changed the bottles on Miss Page's medicine tray, 1 did not care much what happened. But H was different with you. You dismissed me, you remember. I had been careless about a sponge count. 1 made rip my mind to get back at you. You remember the packets of gauza sponges we made and used in the operat-" ing room? There were twelve to each package. When we counted them as wo got them out, we counted by packages. tne mgnt Deiore l lelt, 1 went to the operating room and added one sponge every here and there. Out of every dozen packets, perhaps, I fixed one that had thirteen. The next day I went away. Then I was terrified. I was so frightened fright-ened that I went down sick over it. When I got better, I heard you had lost a case and the cause was being wMspered about. I almost died of terror. Then I left the city. I couldn't stand it. I was afraid to read a newspaper. I am not going to sign this letter. Tou know who it is from. And 1 am not going to ask your forgiveness, or anything of that sort. I don't expect it. But one tiling hurts me more than anything else the other night. You said you'd lost your faith in yourself. This is to, tell you that you need not. And you said something else that anyone can "come back. ' I wonder! K. stood in the hall of the little house with the letter in his hand. Just beyond be-yond on the doorstep was Sidney, wait- I ing for him. His arms were still warm from the touch of her. Beyond lay the Street, and beyond that lay the world and a man's work to do. Work, and faith to do it, a good soman's hand m the dark, a Providence that made things right in the end. "Are you coming, K.?" "Coming," he said. And, when ne was beside her, his long figure folded ! to the short measure of the step, e j stooped humbly and kissed the nem of her soft white dress. I (THE END.) |