The Medina sentinel. [volume] (Medina, Ohio) 1888-1961, 1921-12-01

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AK Met Her Sister at the Ferry.
yelled, laughing and crying with Joy
at seeing Cherry again. Peter, she
explained between kisses, had had to
60 to Los Angeles three days ago, had
been expected home last night, and
was not even aware yet that Cherry
was definitely arriving.
"Of course, he knew that you were
coming, but not exactly when," Aix
said, as she guided the newcomer
along the familiar ferry place on to
the big bay steamer for Mill Valley.
Cherry drew back to exclaim, to mar
vel. to exult, at all the well-remem-
bered sights and sounds and smells.
"Oh, Alix-Market streetp she ex-
claimed. "And that smell Of leather
tanning, and that smell of bay water
and of coffee! And look-that's a
cable-carl"
well come over to San Francisco
soon, and you'll see the new hotels"
Alix promised when they were seated
on the upper deck, with the blue wa
ters Of the bay moving softly past,
them. Cherry's happy eyes followed
a wheeling gull; she felt as If the
world was suddenly sunshiny and SIM
pie and glorious again. "But now,
thought the best thing was to get you
home," Alix went on, "and get you
>rested."
II can't get used to the idea Of you
and Peter-marriedp Cherry smiled.
"We're we'll used to it," Alix de-
clared, smiling, too. But little sigh
stabbed through the smile a second
later. Cherry's exquisite eyes grew
sympathetic; she suspected from the
letter Alix had written that there
would be no nursery needed in the
mountain cabin for while, and she
knew that to baby-loving Alix this
would be a bitter cross.
Sausalito, fragrant with acacia and
rose blooms, rose steeply into the
bright sunshine beyond the marshes
skirting the bay glittering in light.
Cherry's eager eyes missed nothing,
and when they left the train at Mill
Valley, and the mountain air envel-
oped them In a rush Of its clear soft
ness and purity she was In, ecstasies.
She gave an exclamation Of delight
when they reached the cabin. It was
a picture Of peaceful beauty in the
summer noon. There were still butter
cups and poppies in the fields, and in
the garden thousands of roses were
growing riotously, fiinging their long
arms up against the slope of the low
brown roof, and hanging in festoons
from the low branches Of the oaks
Beyond the house the mountain rose;
from the porch Cherry could look
down upon the familiar valley, and
the rivers winding like strips of blue
ribbon through the marshes, and the
far bay. and San Francisco beyond.
Inside We're shady rooms, bowls Of
flowers, plain little, white curtains
stirring in the summer breeze, peace
and simplicity everywhere. Cherry
smiled at the Immediately clad Chi
nese stirring something in yellow
bowl in a spotless kitchen whose Win
dOws showed manzanita and wild lilac
and madrone trees; smiled at the big,
smoked fireplace where sunlight fell
on piled logs down the chimney's
great mouth; smiled as she went to
and fro on journeys of investigation.
But the smile Quivered into tears when
she came to her own room, just such
a room as little Charity Strickland had
had, only a few years ago, with white
hangings and unpainted wood, fresh
air streaming through 1t, and red
woods outside. ii
Cherry stumbled into the airy, dark,
sweet little bedroom, and somehow
undressed and crept between the cool
sheets Of the bed that stood near
Alix's on the wide sleeping porch.
Her last thought was for the heavenly
redw0ods 50 close to her; she slept,
indeed, for almost twelve unbroke1
hours.
.s0h, Sis, + do feel ls0 deliciously
lazy and happy and rested and--and
everything e said Cherry, as she set
tied herself at the porch table where
service for one was spread,
Cherry, you're prettier than eyerl"
Alix said, cycling the white hands SO
busy with blue china, and the bright
head dappled with shade and sun
shine coming through the green rose
vine.
"Am n" Cherry said, pleased ~
thought myself that looked nice this
morning" she added, innocently. "But
i = really because the air Of this