The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1929-08-02
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get 10 IL. II Was IKE d puySlCd
struggle, trying.
ut was as if | had died an
gone. Oh, say I'd gone t
Mars. And after death, | knew l.,
lived on a different planet. Blu
it was dreadfully far away. Their,
was no one on Mars who coult
help me go back, and no one OF
earth to come to get me. Do you
see, dear? Can | make you fee
the thing at all? 1t was lik,
standing on a brink, with dark
ness behind me. Trying to re
member was like trying to SCI
with eyes bandaged. There wa!
not one glimmer of light to help.
Il tried to reconstruct a life
such as other fellows had.
studied Acknowledgements even
Searching for features-e y e s.
smlies-anything that would hell
me remember. Middle-aged faces
like fathers and mothers. l tried
to reconstruct my childhood.
Then | began to wonder il
there had been a girl. A sweet
heart. | read love stories, seeking
to relive any romantic episode
that had colored my life. | clos.
ed my eyes-and thought of kisses
soft arms, a beautiful face, a
lovely body. And l made myself
ache with longing-but that was
all. 1t brought back nothing.
Finally they sent me home
to the States. Walter Reed Hos
pital in Washington. There was a
congresswoman from Massachu-
sets there-Mrs. Foster. Angel
the fellows called her.
"She took an interest in me
the same sort of interest she took
in every poor devil. She had a
notion | was from Boston. She
talked to me about Harvard, but it
didn't mean a thing. I knew a
little German and some Spanish.
I'd read a good deal, and discover
ed | could translate Greek. But
l don't know yet where l learned
those things.
You're all l remember, dear.
Nothing else but you. And until
l saw you, when I opened that
door, you hadn't crossed my mind
in 10 years"
Sybil bit her lip on a dispairing
moan.
do you remember everything
now, John?"
"No-but | will. It's coming
back. / can feel it. It's like zee
ing figures in a fog. | found you
I'll find the rest later"
He drew her to him.
do you love me, Sybil?"
CHAPTER XLIII
Sybil drew away, but he held
her in the circle of his arms.
ooh, john" P~rayerfully she be.
him. Not now-don't ask
ne now, John. So much has hap
lened. How can l tell?"
His arms about her frightened,
md he kissed her hair as he had
lone so many times before.
You've bobbed it, dearest" he
accused her.
He held her away again, and,
ooking up, she saw that his fore
lead was wrinkled as though he
we're puzzled.
Its that odor," he said surpris-
ngly.
tOdor," she repeated stupidity.
What odor?"
''The stuff you use on your
lair," he told her, and pulled his
.yebrows together perplexedly.
What is it?"
"Verbena," she said. You used
o like it."
John closed his eyes tightly so
hat they made a crinkly furrow.
md furtive memory drew her
kirts tantalizingly across his
enses.
1T was a girl in Paris" he said
t last. "She used that same
tuff. Girl at Maxim's. ScNething
bout her reminded me of some
ody. But | didn't know what it
.as-or who it was. She drove
lie almost crazy. | used to sit
nd watch her-and listen to her.
ne night-she was a cocotte you
ee, Sybil-and this night she ask
l me to buy her a drink. l stood
lere, staring like a fool-and all
a sudden I got giddy. l didn't
now what it was. God,
ybil-don't you see-that girl had
verbena tool"
John passed his hand over his
,rehead.
Il can smell her now. Nerbena.
That's what it was"
Poor darling" Sybil took his
in cheeks between her palms, j
i'd drawing his head down, put
,r lips to his hair. "She remind
you of me, I suppose, only you
know"
IAN odor," he said brokenly. {
ike a breath from the past"
And it didn't bring back any {
she asked. You used to !
SIS my hair, John-remember? 8
smember that big psyche l wore? +
hen | had it cut, l put it all !
Tay, and kept it in memory of |
II and your kisses on il. re-