The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1915-01-08
CHAPTER xxx.
The Miracle.

81 shall know it." he had thought.
when it comes"
And as he drove there came to him
the knowledge of his miracle. It cana
not with the lazy righteousness Of
youth drifting, ignorant and caring not
for wisdom, toward a mate. nor We,
with the e~cstatic feverish excitement
of the passionate man, but with a deem
solemn, all-pervading Joy. Peace fol.
lowed 1.-THE peace of gertrude, for
he knew that in the woman who had
sinned he had found the one who fl
ted into him as a member into is
body, completed him, with him formed
the perfect %unity--of content, for he
knew that from Its infinite precious.
ness neither trial nor failure, disap
pointment nor misstep could subtract.
She must know" he thought. She
must be made to know-that nothing
else counts--that we are to begin over
again together"
He remembered his mission.
There was a rumble of thunder. He
glanced overhead and saw the black
ened sky, heard the rushing wind. a
few scattered drops fell. He urged tn
horse forward. \
He was miles away from the villa, '
and neal the foot Of a hill that tow.
cred we'll above its neighbors. Hs
smiled as he saw a trace OF an old
road, almost obliterated by weeds, that
led zigzagging up the eminence. Il
was Hedges Hill and near the crest
he remembered, was the clubhouse that
sheltered the unhappy Piotr.
The storm overlook him before b
was halfway up the hill. When hs
reached the clearing on the edge Of
which stood the shed, he made hi
horse fast to q tree, and drenched To
the skin by the pelting rain, entered
the shelter.
At first. in the shadows of the win.
dowless shed. he saw no signs of Piotr.
He stood In the doorway, watching
the storm.
He had been there several minutes
when a queer choking sound came
from behind him. He turned quickly,
and as his eyes became used to the
darkness, made out the figure crouch
lag half hidden behind a bench 10 thu
far corner.
Hello! Is that you. Piotr7 What
are you doing owe there?"
The noise came again.
Us something wrong with your
Mark went closer to him. I'm Mari
Truitt. Don't you know me, Piotr?
Yves" quavered Piotr.
Whats the matter-sickT"
I'm a-afraid." came the whimperinl
reply. IT'S the storm"
Mark smiled pityingly. So this pool
nerve-broken creature, who cowere'
before a little wind and rain and light
ming, was he who had set out to harr
him.
He's in a bad way" he though!
There. now" he said, gently. I'm no
going to hurt you, Piotr."
Piotr was in his corner, half crouch
ing. staring ixedly at Mark. His eye
made tiny points of light In the desl
shadow.
"D-did you come here to get me-!
"Of course l did. I heard you wer
hereabouts and l wasn't going to 70
you stay up here and starve to death.
"Wh-what are you g-going to do wit
me now?"
For n thing" Mark answers
gravely, when this rain let's up II
going to take you back to town an
get you in the habit Of eating thre
square meals a day. ! think It's D
ginning to let up a little now"
Who" came Piotr's quaverln
voice, who told you l was here%
THE doctor who found you yests
: 1ay-and Kazia."
"Kazia! She-she is here?"
, Yes. She came to get you"
"She knows?"
She guessed-she and the Mall
; guessed-you were up to some ml
chief. You frightened the Matka WI
your wild talk. But we'll discuss ID
later. Come, we'll make a start NOV