The Medina sentinel. [volume] (Medina, Ohio) 1888-1961, 1921-12-15

IN MS own, and she rested hep fore.
head on his, and spent and silent
leaned against his shoulder. And SO
they remained, not speaking, for q
long while. Presently Cherry broke
the brooding, misty silence.
what shall we DOR she asked in
a small. tired voice.
| Peter abruptly got. to his feet, took
a chair three feet away, and with a
quick gesture OF his hand and toss Of
his head, flung back his hair.
There ID only one thing to do, Of
course!' he said decidedly, In voice
unrecognizably grim. 1--WE mustn't see
each other-we mustn't see each 9TH
err! Now--now must think how best
to manage thatl.
Her eyes, heavy with pain, were
raised to meet his. and she saw his
mouth weaken with a sudden misgiv-
ing. and she saw him try to steady it
and look down.
IT can-I shall tell Alix that this
new business needs me In town for
two or three nights" he said. forcing
himself to quiet speech. but with one
fine hand propping his forehead as II
1t ached. 'I'll stay at the club"
"And as soon as l can CO." Cherry
added feverishly, II shall Join Martin.
I'll wire him tomorrow-this is Sum
day-and I'll 60 on Wednesday
Peter sprang over the porch rail
and vanished, walking with swift ener-
gy up the trail that led toward the
mountain.
For the rest of the day Cherry lived
In a sort Of daze of emotion; some
times she seemed to be living two
lives, side by side. In the one was
her old happy relationship with Alix,
and even with Peter, the old joking and
talking and gathering for meals, the
old hours In the garden or beside the
fire, and in the other was the confused
and troubled and ecstatic conscious
ness Of the new relationship between
Peter and herself, the knowledge that
he did not merely admire her. did not
merely feel for her an unusual affec-
tiOn, but that he was consumed by q
burning alteration of her slightest mo-
ti0n, the turn Of her wrist, the smile
she gave Kow at breakfast time, the
motion she made when she stopped to
tie her shoe or raised her arm to break
an apple from the low, dusty branches
The glory Of being so loved enveloped
her like great shining garment, and
her cheeks glowed softly rosy, and
there was new and liquid softness,
sort of shining glitter, in her blue
eyes.
Peter was quiet that evening, and
was gone the next morning when the
sisters came out to breakfast. He had
left message to the effect that he
would not be at home that night, and
at four o'clock telephoned confirming
the message. Alix CHANGED to answer
the telephone, and Cherry, who was in
her room, heard Peters name, and
stood still, listening with shock Of
disappointment.
But at eight O'Clock that evening,
when she and Alix were sitting on the
porch, when the last ebbing pink Of
the sunset had faded and great spiders
had ventured forth into the dusk and
the dews, there was a sudden hail at
the gate, and Cherry knew that 1t was
hel A flood of utter, irrational hap
piness rose In her heart; she had been
racked with hunger for the sound Of
that voice; she had been restless and
unsatisfed, almost feverish with long
ing and doubt; now peace came again,
and content.
He came up to them, his glance
resolutely averted from Cherry, ex-
planning that he was lonesome, assur-
Ing them that everything went well
and making them laugh with an ac-
count Of Justin Little's reception of
the new turn Of affairs. HE seemed
absolutely dumfounded," Peter said.