Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-07-04
CHAPTER XIII.
THE Strong Arm of Christ"

The sky was gray with morning as
Conover stumbled into sitting room OF
the little MadgeDurg hotel. Two men
turned. toward him. One of them. his
arm in siing-a great plaster patch on
his forehead and dried blood caking his
face-hurried forward. Caleb looked
twice before he recognized Jack Ha-
warden
Thank heaven you're here" exclaimed
the lad She"
She's alive YETI" croaked the Fighter.
Yes. yes! In there pointing to
closed door, Waltz as Caleb reached the
door at a bound. .'Dr. Bond is dressing
some of her hurts again. He'll be through
in a minute. Then III take you in. Mr..
Conover. this is the Rev. Mr.. Grant. He
has been very. very kind. He helped US
lift the wreck from her. and"
rs she goin to get well?" demanded
Caleb. wheeling about on the clergyman.
"JAll is being done that mortal skill can
do" answered Mr.. Grant with gentle
evasion. THE local physician
Local physician? Knocked Caleb.
Here, Hawarden! Sit down there and
telegraph to DIR. Halves an DR.. Clay at
Granite. Tell 'em to come here in rush
an bring along the best nurses they can
find. Telegraph my ONCE in my name TO
give EN- special an to clear the tracks
for 'em. Telegraph to Moo York, too. for
I'm afraid. SIR interposed the Clergy
man, there is no use in sending TO New
York. No doctor there conld reach
Madgeburg-in time
You dos say Caleb ordered the lad
Then, turning fiercely on Mr.. Grant he
demanded:
What d'you mean by sayin' he won't
get here on time? She's goin' to get well.
if a couple Of million dollars worth OF
med cal tention can cure her. II not"
IF not, SIR said the clergyman. speak
ing tenderly as father, I'VE must bear
Gods will. For such as she there is no
fear. She has the white soul of child
She will go out of this lesser life of ours
borne on the strong arm of Christ
She"
mo fear for herr" yelled Conover.
catching but single phase in the Others
attempt at comfort: Who the hell is
on Gods own face an live. It's for me
that I'm afraid. For me that I'm afraid.
For me that she'd leave to live on with
out her through all the damned dreari-
ness of the years. What'd there be for
me to know she was in heaven? / want
her. l want her here. With me! An
she'd rather be with me. I know she
would. I'd make her happier'n all the
You don't mean to biaspheme," said
the clergyman. You are not yourself.
She is brave She knows no dread.
Can't you be as brave as she is-for her
sake! She Is learning tlidt uSaln Is
no longer terrible when one is close
enough to see the kind eyes behind the
mask. l know how black an hour this
is for you. But God will help you if
only you will carry your grief to Him.
When man can endure no more, He sends
peace. If"
The door OF the inner room opened and
bearleu man emerged. He paused on
the threshold at sight of Caleb. The
Fighter thrust him bodily aside, with
out ceremony. entered the room the doc
tor had just quilted and closed the door
behind him.
The light burned low In the center
OF the big white bed-a pathetically tiny
tigure-lay Desiree Her wonderful hair
flowed loosely over the pillow. The little
face white, pain-drawn. yet smiling joy
Gus welcome from its great eyes, turned
eagerly toward her lover. With an eff
fort whose anguish left her lips gray
she stretched forth her arms to him.
(To be continued tomorrow