The circle banner. [volume] (Circle, Mont.) 1914-1939, 1917-05-18

LIE MOyne had been only taking hoif-
day In the gas Office and that he was
really very great surgeon and had
saved DR.. Max Wilson.
The Street, which was busy at the
time deciding whether to leave the old
sidewalks or to put down cement ones,
had one evening of mad excitement
over the matter-of K, not the side
walks-and then had accepted the new
situation.
But over the news of KS approach
made resolve to keep K, if possible,
If he had shown any "high and night
ness" as they called it, since the
change in his estate, it would have let
him go without protest. But when
man is the real thing-so that the
ing been in the city almost two years
and still goes about in the same shabby
clothes, with the same friendly greet
ing for everyone, it demonstrates clear
ly, as the baritone put it, that "he's got
no swelled head on him; that's sure"
A little later, K, coming up the
Street as he had that first day, heard
the baritone singing:
''Home is the hunter, home from the hill,
And the sailor. home from the sea-"
Home! Why, this was home. The
Street seemed to stretch out its arms
to him. The ailanthus tree waved in
the sunlight before the little house.
Tree and house were old; September
had touched them: Christine sat sew
ing on the balcony. A boy with piece
of chalk was writing something on the
new cement under the tree. He stood
back, head on one side, when he had
finished, and inspected his work. K.
read in chalk on the smooth street:
Max Wilson.
Sidney Page.
The baritone was still singing; but
now it was I'm twenty-one, and she's
eighteen" The light was gone from
KS face again. After all, the Street
meant for him not so much home as it
meant Sidney. And now, before very
long, that book of his life, like others.
would have to be closed.
He turned and went heavily into the
little house.
Christine called to him from her lit
tie balcony:
81 thought 1 heard your step outside.
Have you time to come in?"
X. went through the parlor and stood
in the long window. His steady eyes
looked down at her.
Il see very little of you now" sne
complained. And, when he did not
reply Immediately: "Have you made
any definite plans, KIP"
81 shall do Maxs work until he is
able to take hold again. After that"
you will go away?"
81 think SO. I am getting a good
many letters, one way and another. ]
suppose, now I'm back in harness, I'll
stay. My old place is closed. I'd go
back there-they want me. But it
seems so futile, Christine, TO leave as
did, because felt that l had no right
to go on as things were; and now to
crawl back on the strength of having
had my hand forced, and to take up
things again, not knowing that I've
bit more right to do it than when
left !"
Il went to see Max yesterday. You
know what he thinks about all that"
He took an uneasy turn up and down
the balcony.
"But who?" he demanded. "Who
would do such a thing? l tell you,
Christine, it is impossible"
She did not pursue the subject. Her
thoughts had flown ahead to the little
house without X, to days without his |
steps on the stairs or the heavy creak |
of his big chair overhead as he dropped |
into it.
But perhaps it would be better if he
went. She had her own life to live.
She had no expectation of happiness,
but, somehow or other, she nilst build
on the shaky foundation of her mar
riage house of life. with resignation
serving for content, perhaps with fear
lurking always. That she knew. But
with.no active misery. Misery implied
affection, and her love for Palmer was
quite dead.
"Sidney will be here this afternoon"
"Good." His tone was noncommit.
al.
"Has it occurred to you, K, that Sid
ley is not very happy?"
He stopped in front of her.
"She's had great anxiety"
"She has no anxiety now. Max Is
loing WELL"
"Then what is it?"
"Tm not quite sure, but think ]
Know. She's lost faith in Max, and
hes not like me. II knew about
Palmer before married him. It's all
ather hideous-I needn't go into it.
3ut Sidney has more character than ]
lave. Max isn't what she thought he
vas, and doubt whether shell marry
lim."
X. glanced toward the street where
'idney's name and Max's lay o.len to
he sun and to the smiles of this Street
jhristine might be right, bat that did
ot alter things for him.
Christine's thoughts went back in