News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1921-11-02

| ward Geary street, She could not even
frame in her thoughts the utter blank
ness Of the feeling that swept over
her at missing an opportunity to see
Peter She turned and Went slowly
up past the big shop windows that re-
fected the burning Plaza, and SO came
to the cool, great doorway of the st.
Francis Inside was tempered light
and much noiseless coming and going,
meeting and parting.
Cherry drifted into the big, deep
carpeted waiting room; there were
other women there, sunk into the big
leather chairs, watching the doors and
glancing at the clock. When a man
came hastily in the door, one woman
rose, there was significant smile, a
murmured greeting, before the two
vanished.
In a luxurious chair Cherry waited
Peter certainly would not Come in I'M
til half-past twelve perhaps not then.
Suddenly, with spring Of her heart
against her ribs, she saw Peters dark
head with it's touches of iron gray.
Groomed and brushed scrupulously
as always, with the little limp, yet as
always dignified and erect, he came to
stand before her, and she stood up,
and their hands met. Flushed and
little confused, she followed him to
an inconspicuous table in a corner of
the dining room. Then the dreamlike
unreality and beauty of their hours
together began again.
"Did you expect me to meet your
she smiled. For answer he looked at
her thoughtfully a minute before his
own face lighted with a bright smile.
81 don't think l thought Of your not
being there" he confessed. 81 was
simply moving all morning toward the
instant of meeting" He watched her,
almost with anxiety, for a moment,
then turned his attention to the bill
of fare. But Cherry was not hungry,
and she paid small attention to the
order, or to the food when it came.
Presently they were talking again,
in that hunger for self-analysis that
is a part of new love. They thrilled
at every word, Cherry raising her
eyes, shining with eagerness, to his,
or Peter watching the little down
dropped face in an agony of alteration.
An hour passed, two hours, after
awhile they were walking, still with
that strange sense of oneness and of
and still as easily as if they
had been floating, to the ferry.
Alix met them in Mill Valley with
vivid accounts of the day. she had
been bordering the brief talk with
Anne, and was anxious to have Peters
view of it. Peter was Of the opinion
hat Anne's conduct indicated very
clearly that she and Justin realized
hat their case was lost.
Then you're fixed for life, Cherry"
vas Alix's first remark. "Oh, say!
;he added, in a burst. Let's 60 down
o the old house tomorrow, will you? |
let's see what it needs, and how much
o live I'M"
Cherry flushed, staring steadily at !
Ter sister. and Peter too, was con-
used, but Alix saw nothing. The |
lext day she carried her point, and |
ook them with her down to the old |
ouse. Cherry was pale and fighting |
ears, as they crossed the porch, and |
tted the key in the door. Inside the |
ouse the air was close and stale, |
dorous Of dry pine walls and Of I'M
ired rooms. Peter flung up window,
he girls walked aimlesSy about,
through the familiar, yet shockingly
TRANCE, chairs and tables that were all