The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-10-28
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"I must go down and see Cherry, Fred. She took her husband to the
 Helen will stay here,' the old man assured him quickly. I'll drive you down and come back here. We thought perhaps few of us could come here tomorrow afternoon. PS- te-," he added timidly, with his red dened eyes filling again, 'tand talk of her a little. and pray for her a little, and then take her toto rest beside the old doctor"
 q hadn't thought about that" Pe- ter answered, still with the air of find ing it hard to link words to thought. 'But that is the way she would like it. Thank you-and thank Helen for me-
 .'Oh. Peter, to do anything-' the woman faltered. ''She came to us, you know. when a1le baby was so ill- day after day-my own sister couldn't have done more to usi"
 Ibid she?" Peter asked. staring at the speaker steadily. 'Thac was like her"
 He went out of the house and got into a waiting car. and they drove down the mountain. Ahx had driven him over this road day before yester- day-yesterday-no ia was today, he
 Thank God I don't feel it yet as I shall feel it, Thompson!' he said quietly. The man who was driving gave him an anxious glance.
 You must take each day as it comes,'' he answered simply.
 Peter nodded, folded his amrs across his chest, and stared into the early dark. There was no o1her way to go than past the very spot where the horror had occurred, but Thomp- son told his wife later that poor Joyce had not seemed to know it when they passed it. Nor did he give any evil deuce of emotion when they reached the old Strickland house and entered the old hallway where Cherry had come flying in, a few short years ago, with Martins first kiss upon her lips
 Two. doctors, summoned from San Francisco, were there, and two nurses Martin had been laid upon a hastily moved bed in the old study, to be spared the narrow stairs. The room was metamorphosed, the whole house moved about ir as about a pivot, and there was no thought but for the man who lay, sometimes moaning and sometimes ominously still, waieing for death.
 "He cannot 1ive!" whispered Cher ry. ghastIy of face, and with the utter chaos of her soul and brain, expressed by her tumbled frock and the care masses of her hair. His arm is broken, Peter, and his leg crushed they don'1 dare touch him! And the surgeon says the spine, too-and you rib1e,'' she said in agony, through shut teeth, knotting her hands to- gether; lit Is too terrible that he is breathing now, that life is there now, and that they cannot hold it!''
 She led Peter into the sitting room, where the doctors were waiting.
 "Is there any hope?" he asked, when Cherry had gone away on one of the restless, unnecessary journeys with which she was filling the end less hours. One man shook his head, and in the silence they heard Martin groan.
 "It is possible he may weather il. of course," the older man said doubt fully. "He is coming out of that first stupor, and we may be able to tell better in short. time. The fact that ihe is living at all indicates a tremen- . dous vitality"
 Cherry came to the door to say tDoctori' in a burst of tears. The physicians departed at once to the study. and Peter was Immediately summoned to assist them in handling the big frame of the patient. Martin was thoroughly conscious now; his face chalk white. Cherry, agonized, kneIt beside the bed, her frightened eyes moving from face to face.
 There was a brief consultation then Cherry and PeHr were ban ished.
 Peter watched her with a confused scrss that the whole frightful day had been a dream. Once she looked up and met his eyes.
 ..He can't live,'' she said in a wl1is- per.