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skillfully as a mother. He was get ting so popular that she had to be ready for callers every day. Would he like her to keep George Sewan for dinner, when they could play domin- oes again? Would he like the table with the picture puzzle? He would like just to talk? Very well; they would talk.
 Martins day was so filled and di- vided with small pleasures that it was apt to amaze him by passing too quickly. He had special breakfasts. he had his paper, his hair was brush ed end his bed remade a dozen times day. Cherry shared her mail, which was always heavy now, with him. she fitted into the sick-room every few minutes with small messages or gifts. With her bare, bright head, her busy white hands, her voice all motherly amusement and sympathy and sweet ness, she had never seemed so much a wife. She had the pleaSantest laugh in the world, and che often laughed The sick-room was kept with ex- quisite simplicity. with such fresh ness, baroness, and order as made it place of delight. One day Cherry brought home a great Vikory bowl of silvery glass, and a dozen drifting goldfish, and Martin never tired of watching them idly while he listened to her reading.
 uary day, when he came upon her In the dining room, contentedly arrang- insn fragrant mass of wet vtolets, "1 think Martins out of the woods now. believe I'll be moving along!" Oh but we want you always, Pe- teri" she said, innocently regretful.
 The ghost of a patned smile fitted across his face.
 Thank you" he said. gently. "Rut I think I will go." he added, mildly She made no further protest.
 But where?" she asked sympa- thetically.
 ''I don't know. I shall take Buck start off toward the big mountains. I'll write you now and then, of course! I'm going home first!'
 perhaps it is best-for you to get away! Now that Martin Is so much better she added in a little burst. q know how you feel. shsll miss her always. of course" said Cherry, "but I have him."
 T try not to think of her." Peter | said. flinging up his head.
 When you do," Cherry said. earn ton than had been usual. of late. Here is something to think. Peter. It's this: We have so much to be
 knew! It was madness" Cherry went | on, eagerly, "sheer madness-that is clear now. I don't try to explain it, baoause it's all been washed away by I'm different now: you're dtfferent-I don't know how we ever thought we could"
 | ThsrS waa a silence during which | nae locked at him anx.eusiy, but the l eNpresfhon On hts face did not alter, l and he did not speak,
 l "ARd what think ought to be thankful fer,-' she remused, 'is that
 A14x would ra. SlsF-she would rather | have 1t this way She told me that
 she would be heart-breiten if there
 had been any actual separation be- | tween Tea and Martin, and how much worss that would have been-what
 We planned, I mean, She waa spared | that, and we were spared-I see it | now-what would have ruined both l our lives. We were brought to our senses, and the awakening only came
 a, little sooner than it would have l come anyway"
 | Peter had walked te the window, and was locking out at the shabby
 winter trees that were dripping rain,
 and at the beaten garden, where the 1 drenohed chrySanthemumS had been | bowed te the soaked earth.
 l Here, in Dads home" Cherry said, | coming 10 stand beside him, "'I see 1 how wicked and how mad I was In
 another twenty-fsur hours it would have been too late-you don't know
 how often I wake up in the night and l shiver, thinking tflatt And as it is
 I am here in tfre dear old house; and | Marttn-weil, you can see that even | Martins life is going to be far hap | pier than it ever YaSi It's such a joy to me-" she added, with the radiant look she often wore when h9r hus-