Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1917-05-03
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By MARY |
ROBERTS |
RINEHART
; safe. She would never wither for

was safe. She would v wither for
hil1.
Where before she had felt the clutch
Of memorable destiny. the woman's fate
now she felt only his arms about hee.
her cheek on his shabby coat.
Il shall love you all my life" she
said shakily.
His arms frightened about her.
The little house was dark when they
got back to It. The Street. which had
heard that MIR. lie NOyne approved OF
night air. was raising its windows Tor
the night and plnning cheeseclOth bags
over Its curtains to keep them clean.
In the sec0nd-story frame room ae
Mrs. Mckee's, the baritone slept heav.
lily, and made divers unvocal sounds.
He was hardening his throat, and SO
slept with a wet towel about 1t.
Down on the doorstep, Mrs. Mckee
and MIR. Wagner sat and made love
with the aid Of a lighted match and the
pencil-pad.
The a drew up at the little house.
kutie had heard it, and now she came
heavily along the hall.
"A wOma left this for Mr.. e." she
said. If you think it's a begging let.
ter. you'd better keep it until he's
bought his new suit tomorrow. Almost
any moment he's likely to bust out"
But 1t was not a begging letter. K.
read 1t In the hall, with Sidney's
shining eyes on him. 1t began alb
ruptly:
I'm going to Africa with one Of my
| cousins. She 10 q medical missionary.
Perhaps I can work things out there.
II l caused death, / did not mean to.
You will think that no excuse. but it is
true. In the hospital. when l changed the
bottles on Miss Pages medicine tray, l
did not care much what happened. But 1t
was different with you.
You dismissed me, you remember. had
been careless about a sponge count. /
made up my mind to get back at you.
You remember the packets of gauze
sponges we made and used In the operat-
ing roomp There were twelve to each
package. When We counted them as we
got them out. we counted by packages.
On the night before l left, l went to the
operating room and added one sponge
every here and there, Out OF every dozen
packets, perhaps, l fxed one that had
thirteen. The next day l went away.
Then l was terrified. I was so fright
ened that l went down sick over 1t. When
I got better. l heard you had lost a case
and the cause was being whispered about.
1 almost died Of terror. Then l left the
city. I couldn't stand 1t. I was afraid
to read a newspaper.
l am not going to sign this letter. You
know who it Is from. And l am not going
to ask your forgiveness. or anything OF
that sort. I don't expect it. But one
thing hurts me more than anything else.
the other night. You said you'd lost your
faith in yourself. This Is to tell you that
you need not. And you said something
else-that nyo can come back" 1
wonder!
X. stood In the hall Of the little house
with the letter In his hand. Just be-
yond on the doorstep wa Sidney, wait:
ing for him. IFI~ann.W were ST. warm
from the touch of her. Beyond la, the
Street, and beyond that lay the world
and n mans work to do. Work. and
faith to DO 1t, a good woman's hand I'D
the dark, a Providence that made
things right in the end.
"Are you coming, X"
Coming" he said. And, when he
was beside her, his long figure folded
to the short measure of the step, he
stopped humbly and kissed the hem Of
her soft white dress.
(THE END