Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1921-09-02


tramping beside them, was interested
but silent.
my dear father" the girl protested.
"Have you listened to them? They've
been contending for weeks that they
were just remarkably good friends
that's why she calls him Frenzy"
"Ah--I seer the doctor said mildly,
as Peters wild laugh burst forth.
But now" AliX pursued, "she's told
him that as she cannot be what he
wishes, they had better not meetw
poor Amer" the old doctor COM
mented.
poor nothing She's having the
time Of her life" her cousin said I'M
feelingly. "She told me today that
she was afraid that she had checked
one of the most brilliant careers at
the bar"
81 had no idea Of all this! !" the doc
tor confessed, amazed. "Tve seen the
young man-noticed him about. Well
-well-well Anne, too"
In June came the blissful hour In
which Anne, all bushes and smiles,
could come to her uncle with a duti-
full message from the respectfully
adoring Justin. Their friendship, said
Anne, had ripened into something
deeper.
Justin wants to have a frank talk
with you, uncle" Anne said, land
Of course I'm not to 60 until you are
sure you can spare me and unless you
feel that you can trust him utterly!"
Anne's engagement cups were
ranged on the table where Cherry's
had stood, and where Cherry had
talked Of a coffee-colored rajah silk
Anne discussed the merits of "smart
but handsome blue tailormade."
The wedding was to be In Septem-
Der, not quite a year after Cherry's
wedding. Allx wrote her sister pages
about it, always ending with the en-
phatic declaration that Cherry must
come down for the wedding.
Cherry was homesick. She dreamed
continually Of the cool, high valley,
the scented aisles of the deep forest,
the mountain rearing its rough sum-
nit to the pale blue Of summer skies.
June passed. July passed; It was
hot at the Emmy Younger" August
came In on furnace breath; Cherry
felt beadachy, languid and half sick
all the time. Martin had said that
he could not possibly get away, even
for the week of Anne's wedding, but
Cherry began to wonder If he would
let her go alone.
IF he doesn't, / shall be sick I" she
fretted to herself, I'm a certain burn
Ing noontime, toward the middle of
August Martin, who had been play
ing poker the night before, was sleep
ing late this morning Coming home
at three o'clock daZed with close air
and cigar smoke, he had awakened
his wife to tell her that he would be
"dead" i'm the morning, and Cherry
had accordingly crept about her dress
Ing noiselessly, had darkened the bed
room and eaten her own breakfast
without the clatter of dish. Now
she was sitting by the window, pant
ing I'm the noon heat. She was think
ing, as it CHANGED, of the big forest
at home and Of certain day-just
one Of their happy days only year
ago, when she had lain for a dreamy
hour on the soft forest floor, staring
up idly through the laced fanlIke
branches, and she thought of her IA
ther, with his mild voice and ready
smile; and some emotion, almost like
fear, came over her. For the first time
she asked herself, in honest bewilder-
ment, why she had married.
The heat deepened and strengthened
and increased as the burning day
wore on. Martin walked up, hot and