The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1921-11-10

minutes with small messages or gift
With her bare. bright head. her bus
white hands, her voice all motherl
amusement and sympathy and sweet
ness, she had never seemed so muc
a wife. She had the ~pleasantest laugl
In the world, and she often laughed
The sick-room was kept with exquisit
simplicity, with such freshness, bare
ness, and order as made it a place o
delight. One day Cherry brought hom,
a great Vikory bowl of silvery glass
and a dozen drifting goldfish. and Mar
tin never tired of watching them idl,
while he listened to her reading.
Cherry" Peter said, on a wet Janu
airy day, when he came upon her in the
: dining room, c%ontentedly arranging q
fragrant mass of wet %violets, 81 think
Martins out of the woods now. | be
lieve I'll be moving alongt"
"Oh, but we want you always, Pc
teri" she said, innocently regretful.
The ghost of a panied smile fitted
across his face.
THANK you" he said, gently. But
/ think | will 60" he added, mildly.
She made 40 further protest.
But where?" she asked, sympa-
thetically.
Il don't know. shall take Buck
start off toward the big mountains.
I'll write you now and then, Of course /!
I'm going home, frst!s
Just now" Cherry unused, sadly,
perhaps it Is best-for you-to get
away Now that Martin is so much
better" she added, In a little burst. 81
do feel so sorry for you, Peterl |
know how you feel. | shall miss her
always. Of course" said Cherry, "but
| have him."
II try not to think of her." Peter
said, finging up his head.
when you do" Cherry saidy earn
giving him more of her attention
than had been usual, of late, Here is
something to think, Peter. It's this:
we have so much to be thankful for,
because she never-knew! 1t was
Madness" Cherry went on, eagerly,
sheer madness-that is clear now. |
try to explain it, because it's all
0een washed away by the frightful
hing that happened. I'm different
low; you're different don't know
we ever thought we could"
There was a silence during which
the looked at him anxiously, but the
on his face did not alter,
he did not speak.
And what l think we ought to be
thankful for" she resumed, lis that
Nix would rather-she would rather
ave it this way. She told me that
he would be heart-broken if there had
'een any actual separation between
ne and Martin, and how much worse
hat would have been-what we
tanned. mean. She was spared
hat. and we were spared see it
ow-what would have ruined both our
YES. We were brought to our senses,
the awakening only came a little
Ooner than 1t would have come any
yayr
Peter had walked to the window,
nd was looking out at the shabby
inter trees that were dripping rain,
nd at the beaten garden, where the
renched chrysanthemums had been
owed to the soaked earth.
Here, in Dads home,' Cherry said,
oming to stand beside him, 81 see
DIV wicked and how mad l was. In
mother twenty-four hours 1t would
ave been too late-you don't know
DIV often l wake up In the night and
liver, thinking that! And as 1t is,
am here In the dear old house; and
artin-well, you car see that even
artfn's life is going to be far happier
it ever was! It's such a joy to
e." she added, with the radiant look
lie often wore when her husbands
'mfort was under consideration, ito
that we need never worry about
e money end of things-there's
Tough for what we need forever"
must never worry about mon.
;" he told her. "And if ever you
ed tiff it is a question of a long
lp. or of more operations-if there is
y chance"
81 shall remember that l have a big
other !" she said.
The room was scented by the sweet,
mp flowers, and by the good odor
lazily burning logs; yet to Peter
ere vas chill and desolateness in the
:. Cherry took up the glass bowl in
tn careful hands, and went away in
2 direction of the study, but he stood
the window for a long time staring
lily out at the battered c~hrysanthe-
inns and the swishing branches, and
: steadily falling rain.
Concluded next week.