The Pulaskian. (Pulaski Heights [Little Rock], Ark.) 1915-1929, 1920-09-30
CHAPTER Vi-continucd.


Or. Browaeil suggested the winter
trip to the South. Mr. Sidneys vital
lty needed careful nursing. 1t was i'm
portant to protect him from winter
rigors, even as they could be modified
in sickroom. The doctor said he
himself felt the need of change. He
prescribed one for both his patient
and himself He and Mr.. Sidney made
the arrangements. Mrs Sid@ey and
Isobei were to go.
Arrangements went ahead rapidly,
and II sense of desolation increased
within me. Romantic folly came to its
accounting. The fairy story was to be
ended without youths necessary 'tThey
#iifefi ihRpi1g ever after -
The yacht came ZIP to It's moorinc
and lay by the landing for a week
while the provisioning was being cared
FOR. Hundreds OF bottles Of Mr. sid
ney's fine wines we're put on board
for the Hnspeakable jed.
Isehel was eagerly antieipatory. Mrs.
Sidney | thought seemed merely to
be resigned with trepidation.
Doctor Brownell said he was depriv-
Ing me Of an interesting voyage, If he
did not go, I should have been needed,
but he thought it important for his
efficiency that lie conserve his strength
over the winter, and he asked me TO
act rs one of his assistants
That was battery. 1t was intended
to be so.
Mrs. Sidney wss the one who OF,
fered me the real balm.
'Johnn she said, 1--WE shall want
You with Us. we shall miss you"
~"Dont you think, AIRS Sidney"
suggested, that now we can consider
this fiction termnated?'
You mean your engagement to $50
belge
@Surely."
mo, please she said. "on the
boat there viii be no problems. The
community is too compact and must
be conslderate But when we come
back I'll need You just as before"
Isohel said:
"Good-by John. BE at the landing
when we return. You'll be the first
person want to see"
/ ought not TO have been so discon-
solste. These were fair portents but
portent does little to console a loss.
stood ON the little dock and watched
the yacht go down the river. And
when It had disappeared below the
point of land south of the pool all the
world was sad and life had no pres
poets TO give II value.
Charles drove me to the city. I was
a hit of human dTiftwood for week.
IT did not matter that they We're com.
Ing hack They we're gone; that was
the disaster 1t was in the present ;
the future is too ambiguous Cor conso-
Inti0n or comfort.
went through winter of ecStatic
distress trying TO be efficient in my
discharge of professional DUTIES for
Doctor Brownell and to be profession.
ally composed in aspect and mind. ]
had aA ansUiShed delight in my expert.
ences My loneliness was my inoSt
acute pain and my most cherished
comfort did not want to profane
the eSnotionai solemnity of so much
unhappiness by subjecting it frequent
ly to the banal touch OF sociahie life
In the ordinary. 1t was JOY to bc
profoundly unhappy.
had letters from the enchanted
party in the South. Mrs. Sidney wrote
twice week with great affection. Mr.
Sitiney cnce week dictated TO jed y
lettcr cordial and iocular, for INC. Oc-
casinnasiy Jed added IL sheet for him
self, kindly or raspinG as the iaeoti
had him al the time.
Iseha also wrote bur With the grea
est cccentricity. While they were ri
Fairs Beacs ! had = lettar day from