Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1922-03-17

van, ana talk vf her Il littie, ant
pray for her little, and then TAKE
her toto rest beside the old doc
tor"
II hadn't thought about that" Peter
answered, still with the air of finding
II hard to link words TO thought "But
that is the way she would like II.
Thank you-and thank Helen for
me"
"Oh, Peter, to do anything" the
woman fatered "She came to us, you
know, when the baby was so ill-day
after day-my own sister couldn't have
been more to us
"Did she?" Peter asked, staring at
the speaker steadily. THAT was like
her"
He went out of the house and got
into waiting car, and they drove
down the mountain. Alix had driven
him over this road day before yester-
-yesterday-no, 1t was today, he
| remembered.
THANK God l don't feel 1t yet as
| shall feel 1t, Thompson !" he said
quietly. The man who was driving
gave him an anxious glance.
you must take each day as 1t
comes" he answered simply.
Peter nodded, folded his arms across
his chest and stared into the early |
dark. There was no other way to go |
than past the very spot where the hor-
ror had occurred, but Thompson told
his wife later that poor Joyce had not
seemed to know it when they passed
1t. Nor did he give any evidence of
emotion when they reached the old
Strickland house and entered the old
hallway where Cherry had come nying
in, few short years ago. with Mar
tins first kiss upon her lips.
Two doctors, summoned from San
Francisco, were here, and two nurses.
Martin had been laid upon a hastily
moved bed In the old study, to be
spared the narrow stairs Tho room
vas metamorphosed, the whole house
moved about 1t as about a pivot, and
here was no thought but for the man
Who lay, sometimes roaming and some
lines omIncusly still, waiting for
cath.
HE cannot livel" whispered Cherry.
hastily of face, and with the utter
haos of her soul and brain expressed
y her tumbled frock and the careless
: pushed back and knotted masses of
er hair. "His arm Is broken, Peter. :
nd his leg crushed-they don't dare 8
,uch him And the surgeon says the Il
pine, too-and you see his head Oh,
cd 1t Is so terrible" she said In
yony. through shut teeth, knotting !
n hands together; ut Is too terrible
at he is breathing now, that life is (
ere now, and that they cannot hold
I" 1
She led Peter into the sitting room,
here the doctors were waiting.
as there any hope?' he asked, when y
lerry had gone away OH one of the 4
stless, unnecessary Journeys with
lich she was filling the endless
urs. One man shook his head, and in -
e silence they heard Martin groan. 80
1T Is possible he may weather 1t,
course the older man said doubt ha-
ly. "He is coming out of that first but
lpor' ana we may be able to tell bet blu
In short time. The fact that he in
living at all indicates a tremendous fey
atty" fire
Cherry came to the door to say gra
octor!" on burst OF tears. The car
OF - tI,r
Idy, and Peter was Immediately sum- inn
med to assist them in handling the of
, frame of the patient. Martin was use
roughly conscious now; his face T
nix white. Cherry. agonized. knelt girl
side the bed, her frightened ewes hin
wing from face TO face. SOC
There was brief consultation, then SEQ
erry and Peter were banished. red
Peter watched her with a confused bla
se that the whole frightful day had lau
N a dream. Once she looked up day
met his eyes. ron
He can't live" she said In a whls- sho
:. Che
Perhaps not" Peter answered n
Y low. Cherry returned to her SOM dav
musng. t,s
We didn't see this end TO II. did tba
y size said with a ptiful smile fax,
or long while. hod
Oh. no-no!' Peter said, shutting toe
eyes and with faint, negative had
'ement of his head. pra
Poor Cherry--if | could SPARE Won han
this !" knOttinp his finsarS ond g., an
for the first time the prick of BIT said
tears against his eyelids. n
Oh. there Is nothing you can do" inn,
said family and YEARLY after a him
lie. And she whispered. as if TO The
'e"' N''n''s-notiiihg-nothing" Alix
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