Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1922-02-14


steadily to Peter, attempting to inter
est him in the affairs of some water
company in San Francisco. When they
got to the valley cityrtrain was ar
irving, and Peter saw people looking
at him furtively and sorrowfuliy. He
remembered the many. many times
AliNtliGd waited for him at the trains
he glanced toward the big maGrOne
under which she always parked her
car. She was usually deepfin book
as he crossed from the train, but she
would fling It into the back seat and
make room FOR him beside her. The
dog WOULD bound Into the tonneau,
Aix would hand her husband his
mail, the car would start with; a great
plunge toward the mountain-toward
the cool garden high up on the ridge
Cherry looked small and pathetic in
her fresh black, and her face was
marked by secret incessant weeping.
But the nurses and doctors could not
say enough for her self-contr0; she
was always composed, always quietly
helpful and calm when they saw her,
and she was always busy. From early
morning, when she slipped into the
sick-room, to stand looking at the un-
conscious Martin with troubled, in
tent expression that the nurses came
to know well, until night, she moved
untiringly about the quiet, shaded
house. She supervised the Chinese
boy, saw that the nurses had their
hours for rest and exercise, telephoned,
busted and arrangcI the rooms, saw
callers sweetly and patiently, filed
vases with flowers.
Every day she had, several vigils In
the slck-room. and every day at least
one long talk with the doctors. Every
afternoon and evening had Its callers;
she and Peter were rarely alone.
Martin was utterly unconscious Of
the life that flowed on about him;
sometimes he seemed to recognize
Cherry. and would stare With painful
intentness into her face, but after
few seconds his gaze would wander
to the strange nurses, and the room
that he had never known, and with
a puzzled sigh he would close his eyes
again, and drift back into his own
strange world Of pain, fever and un-
consciousness.
Almost every day there was the
sudden summons and panic In the old
house, Peter going toward the sick
room with a thick beating at his heart,
Cherry entering, white-faced and with
terrified eyes, doctors and nurses gath
ering noiselessly near for the last
scene in the drama Of Martins suffer
ing. But the release did not come.
There would be murmuring among
the doctors and nurses; the. pulse was
gaining, not losing. the appal emily
fatal, final symptoms were proving
neither fatal nor final. The tension
would relax; doctor would go, a
nurse slip from the room; Cherry,
looking anxiously from one face to
another, would breathe more easily.
1t was inevitable, she knew that now
but 1t was not to be this minute; II
was not to be this houri
"My dear-my dear" Peter said to
her one day, when spent and shaken
she came stumbling from Martins bed.
side and stood dazedly looking from
the window into the soaking October
forest, like person stunned from q
blow. my poor little Cherry II I
could spare you this"
Nobody can spare me now" she
whispered. And very simply ard
quietly she added: IF / have been
fool-if have BEEN a selfish, wicked
girl all my life, I am punished!
Cherry" he protested, heartsick to
see her so.
"WaS it wrong for us to love zach
other Peter" she asked in low :Cae.
81 suppose it was! I suppose II waal
But 1t never seemed as if" she shut
her eyes and shivered-"as if-this-
would come Of it," she whispered.
This" he echoed aghast.
"Oh, think this is punishment"
Cherry continued in the same lifeless.
weary tone.
There was silence. The rain
dripped and dripped from the red
woods, the room in which they stood
was in twilight, even at noon. Peter
could think Of nothing to say.
About two weeks after the accident
there was a change in the tone Os the
physicians who had been giving al
most all their time to Martins case.
There was no visible change in Mar
tin, but that fact in itself was so sur
priSing that it was construed into
definite hope that he would live.
Not as he had lived, they warned
his wife. 1t would be but restricted
life; tied to his couch, or permitted,
at best, to move ab0Gt within q small
boundary on crutches.
Martini his wife exclaimed p;te-
Ously, when this was first discussed.
He has always been so strone-so
independent! He would rathcr-he
would infinitely rather he dead" But
her mind was busy grasping the pos