Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-06-09
S / T F. r S
BY KATHLEEN IN

Cherry raised her glorious bfue eyes
in which there was q pure and an up
lifted look that Peter had never seen
there before. ut is what bad and
Alix would have Wished she finished,
soiemnly, land l do it for thcm!"
! Peter did not answer and after a
moment she went quietly and quickly
from the room, with the. new air OF
quiet responsibility that she had worn
ever since the accident. G
CHAPTER XXI
Peter saw, with a sort Of stupefac-
ton, that life was satisfying. her now
las life had neverzsatisffed t~estless c
acting little Cherry before. 4
She spent much Of her free time BY
her husbands side, amusing him as
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 Sewall for
dinner, when they could play DOM
inose again? Would he like the table
just to talk? Very we'll; 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 and his bed remade a dozen times
a 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 she often laughed.
The 's1ck-room was kept with exquis-
lite simplicity, with such freshness.
baroness, and order as made it a 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.
Cherry" Peter said, on a wet Jan
nary day. when he came. upon her in
the dining room, contentedly arrang-
ing a fragrant mass of wet violets,
II think Martins out of the woods
now. / believe I'll be moving along!'
Oh, u we want you always. Pc
teri" she, said, .innocently regretful.
The ghost OfNa panied smile fitted
across his face. BIZ MA
Thank YOU" he said. gently. But
- SAAAuA llWAIA gu, AO AUo0u, I1lkQly.
She made no further protest.
But where" she asked. sympa-
~thetically.1 L'
y don't know. 1 shall take Buck
on toward the big mountains.
I'll write you now and then, of
course! Pm going home, first!"
Jus now Cherry unused, sadly,
perhaps iti s best-for you-to get
away! Now that Martin is SO much
better" she added, in a little burst. II
do feel 3 sorry for you, Peter! l
always. of course said Cherry, '.but
l have him..
II try mot to think of her. Peter
said. flinging up his head.
u When you do" Cherry said, earn
estly, giving. him more of her atten-
ton than bad been usual, iof late,
Here is something to think. Peter,
It's this: we have so much to be
thankful for; because she never
knew! 1t vas madhess," Cherry
went on. eagerly, sheer madness
lnat Is clear now: ! don't try to ex-
plain it. because it's all been washed
away by the frightful thing that hap
pened. I'm different now; you're
diferent-I don't know how we eyer
thought We could
There was a silence during which
she lopked at him anxiously, but the
expression on his face did NOT alter.
and he did not speak.
And what I think we ought to be
thankful for" she resumed, lis that
Ahx would rather-she would rather.
she would be heart-brqken. II there
had been any actual separation be-
tween me And Martin, and how much
worse that would have een-wh