Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1911-03-22
Cartwright 1909. By the Bobbs Merrill ca.
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head in brotherly way and behaving
very well, save that once he said:
Don't cry too long, Kit: l can stand
only certain amount"
And just then the nurse opened the
door to the studio, and with Max's
arms still around me, l raised my
head and looked in.
Mr.. HARRISON was conscious. His
eyes were open, and he was staring at
US both as we stood framed by the
doorway.
He lay back at once and closed his
eyes, and the nurse shut the door.
There was no use, even if I had been
allowed in, in trying to explain to
him. To attempt such thing would
have been to presume that he was in
terested in an explanation. / thought
bitterly to myself as I brought the
nurse cracked ice and struggled to
make beef tea in the kitchen, that
lives had been wrecked on less.
Dial was allowed ten minutes in the
sick room during the afternoon, and
he came out looking puzzled and ex-
cited. He refused to tell US what he
had learned, however, and the rest Of
the afternoon he and Jim spent in the
cellar.
The day dragged on. Downstairs
and outside newspaper men talked to-
gether and gazed over at the house
and photographed the doctors coming
in and the doctors going out. AS for
me, in the intervals of bringing
things, sat in Bella's chair in the
upper hall, and listened to the crackle
of the nurses starched skirts
At midnight that night tho doctors
made a thorough examination. When
they came out they were smiling.
He is doing very well,' the young
er one said-he was hairy and dark,
but he was beautiful 70 me. He is
entirely conscious now, and in about
an hour you can send the nurse off
for little sleep. Don't let him talk
And SO at last l went through the
familiar door into an unfamiliar room,
with basins and towels and bottles
around, and screen made of Jims
largest canyases. And some one on
the improvised bed turned and looked
at me. He did not speak, and l sat
down beside him. After while he
put his hand over mine as it lay on
the bed.
You are much better to me than |
deserve" he said softly. And because
his eyes were disconcerting, | put an
ice cloth over them.
Much better than you deserve" /
said, anu patted the ice cloth TO place
gently. He fumbled around until he
ound my hand again, and we were
( net for a long time. l think he
dozed, for he reused suddenly and
pulled the cloth from his eyes.
"rhe-the day is all confused" he
said, turning to look at me, "but-one
thing seems to stand out from every
thing else. Perhaps it was delirium,
but / seemed to see that door over
there open, and you, outside, with
with Max. His arms were around
YOU"
1t was delirium, l said softly 1t
WIS my final lie in that house OF
mendacity.
He drew a satisfied breath, and
lifting my hand, held it to his lips and
kissed it.
4 can hardly believe it is you," he
said. Il have tc hold firmly to your
hand or you will disappear. Can't
you move your chair closer? You are
miles away" SO / did it, for he was
not to be excited
After little
ITS awfully good Of you to do this
1 have been desperately sorry, Kit,
about the other night It was . ruff
1anly thing to do-to kiss you, when
| thought"
You are to keep very STILL" I re
minded him. He kissed my hand
again, but he persisted.
Il was mad-crazy." I tried to
give him some medicine, but he push
ed the spoon aside you will have
to listen he said. Il am in the
depths Of self-disgust. II can't
think of anything else. You see, you
seemed so convinced that 1 was the
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seemed to matter"
ST have forgotten it ALL" 1 declared
generously, land I would BE- quite
willing to be friends. only, you re-
member you said"
"F'riends!" his voice was suddenly
reckless, and he raised on his elbow.
Friends. Who wants TO be friends?
Kit, I was almost delirious that night.
The instant l held you in my arms it
was all over. l loved you the first
time l saw you. II suppose I'm a
fool to talk like this
And, of course, just then Dallas had
to open the door and step into the
room. He was covered with dirt and
he had a Ratchet in his hand.
"a rope!' he demanded, without
paying any attention to us and diving
into corners Of the room. Good heav-
ans isn't there a rope in this con