The Irish standard., 1910-01-01

He was directed to small house,
little distance from the scene of the
wreck. When he announced his err
rand the woman of the house looked
at him closely.
IF your name is Derring, I have
something for you," she said. She
disappeared for moment and re.
turned with small parcel She hand.
ed it to him.
He turned 1t over in his hand
There was no writing on it. Are you
sure it is for me?" he asked, doubt
fully.
"She was not strong enough to di.
rect it. But she told me your name
just before she died at daybreak. She
said you would be sure to come, and
l must give it to you"
That he would be sure to come.
Yes, she had known. He turned alb.
ruptly to the window and looked out
| across the fiat, monotonous country.
He could not trust himself to open
it yet. He held it in his hand. "She
was not able to direct it." The first
| tears filled his eyes.
When at last he undid the parcel
| Seths ring flashed in the sunlight.
| Underneath 1t was a small folded slip
of paper. His fingers trembled a lit
tie as they smoothed the crumpled
lines: "Loved-One,-be brave. /
would gladly have lived for you. But
| 1t was not to be. shall come back
to you If l can. But il not" The
last words struggled down the page
and We're lost.
| But if not" Derring crushed the
paper in his hand and turned to leave
the house.
Don't you want to see her, sir?"
He looked at the woman blankly,
stupidity. Without word he turned
towards the door she indicated. 1t
closed behind him and they were
alone together once more. He had not
thought her face would be so peace
ful-nor SO far away. He could not
understand how she could seem SO
far away. She was here, close beside
him. He could touch her. He put
out his hand and softly stroked her
cheek. He did not bend to kiss the
quiet face. She was too far away for
kisses. "She would come back to him
If she could-But If not" Good God!
How was he to bear it? ? He turned
swiftly away. He could not stand
there-near her-with that mocking,
Unreasonable distance between them.
He went straight from the house to
the office of the superintendent and
| offered his services in caring for the
| injured. A surgeon was about to
start on his rounds. Derring had been
detailed to help him. The first pa
tient was young man about his own
age. The leg was to be amputated
just above the knee. Derring held his
hand while the operation was prepar.
ing, speaking to him now and then
and wiping the perspiration from his
| forehead. When all was done and the
white sheet was being drawn smooth
ly in place once 1lOre, he struggled to
consciousness, reaching out his hand
for Derring and begging him not to
leave him.
But the surgeon lAterposed prompt.
| ~. mo, can't spare him. He is too
valuable. You would have had a
tougher time II he had not been here.
He shall come back to you by-and-by.
Drink this and go to Sleep"
So Richard spent the day in the
midst of suffering. Everywhere the
magnetism of his touch soothed rest.
lessness, and his personality put cour.
age into faint hearts. No one guessed
that he was carrying hurt deeper
than any he looked on or that his
heart was wrung by keener suffering
than any that he soothed.
Twice during the day he stole into
the room where she lay, and, standing
by her side, tried to span the infinite
distance between them by the inspira.
ton Of love. But it was hopeless.
Always he saw before his eyes high,
| cold wall of darkness and at it's foot
| crouching figure with fingers creep
ing here and there to find some open.
ing or crevice, and, failing in this,
beating itself till the blood trickled
down. He knew that it was only his
| diseased. imagination. But always the
u6ulc WAS IuSIeS anu Gloss NJ u0nO
was the quiet face with its tranquil
smile-so far away and Indifferent to
pain.
At night her brother came-a frank,
manly young fellow, with her eyes.
Derring explained his presence brief.
ly. II loved your sister. She never
promised to marry me. But she knew
| l loved her."
"She wrote about you. She said"
He stopped abruptly. Their hands
met in. the grasp. of sympathy. and
then Derring left the house for tho
last time. He did not go again to the
| quiet room. She was not there. She
was nearer his own heart than that,
An hour later he watched-until IL
was out Of sight-the train that bore
her away. He turned his face once
more towards Chicago.