Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1901-09-12
CHAPTER VII.

I was neither in good spirits nor IN
good temper during the next few days.
My mother and Julia appeared astonish-
ed at this, for l was not ordinarily as
touchy and fractions as showed myself
Immediately after my sojourn In Sark.
was ashamed Of 1t myself The new
house, which occupied their time and
thoughts SO agreeably, worried me as
1t had not done before. l made every
possible excuse not to be sent to 1t, or
taken to 1t, several times a day.
1t was positively necessary that
should run over to Sark this weok-I had
given my word to Miss Olivier that
would do so-but l dared not mention
such project at home. My mother and
Julia would be up in arms Mt the first
syllable uttered.
What II could do two patients good
at one stroke-kill two birds with one
stone? Captain Carey had pretty little
yacht lying idle in St. SIMPSONS har-
Dor. and a days cruising would do him
all the good in the world. Why should
he not carry me over to Sark, when l
could visit my other patient, and nobody
be made miserable by the trip?
II will make YOU up some Of your old
medicine" l said, but l strongly rec
ommend you to have day out on the
water; seven or eight hours at any rate.
II the weather keeps as fine as 1t is now,
It will do you world Of good"
ut Is so dreary Alone" he objected.
''If could manage it." said, dellb-
Grating. II should be glad to have a day
with YOU"
"Ah! II you could do that" he replied
eagerly.
"I'll see about It," said. "Should you
mind where you sailed tor
mot at all, not at all, my boy" he
answered, $50 that l get your company.
You shall be skipper or helmsman, or
both, IL you like"
"Well. then. l replied, "you might take
how my patients broken arm IL going on.
It's bore there being no resident med
ical man there at this moment"
The run over was all that we could
wish. The cockle-shell OF a boat be-
longing to the yacht bore me to the foot
of the ladder hanging down the rock at
Havre Gosselin. A very few minutes
took me to the top Of the cliff, and there
lay the little matched nest-like home Of
my patient. l FASTENED forward eagerly.
All was silent as | crossed the stony
causeway Of the yard. Not face looked
out from door or window. Mam'zelle's
easement stood little way open. and
the breeze played with the curtains, tlut-
tering them like banners in procession.
I dared not try to look in. The house
door was ajar, and approached 1t eau
tiously. ''Thank heaven cried within
myself as I gazed eagerly into the cot
tago.
She was lying there upon the fern-bed.
half asleep, her head fallen back upon
the pillow. and the book she had been
reading dropped from her hand. The
whole interior Of the cottage formed a
picture. The old furniture OF oak. the
neutral tints Of tho wall and ceiling, and
the deep tone Of her green dress threw
out into strong relief the graceful shin
Ing head and pale face.
| suppose she became subtly conscious,
as women always are. that somebody
eyes were fixed upon her, for she awoke
fully and looked up as fingered on the
door sill.
"Oh, DIR. Martini" she cried. Il am so
gladv'
II am come to see how my work Is go
ing on" said. "How is the arm, first
of allT'
| almost wished that mother Renouf OF
Suzanne Tardif had been at hand. But
Miss Olivier seemed perfectly composed
as much so as a child. She looked like
one with her cropped head Of bair. and
frank, open face. My own momentary
embarrassment passed away. The arm
was going on all right. ana so was moth
Or Renouf's charge. the sprained ankle.