The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1934-08-29
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TIE terror that came with, "Ife may.
OK course. marry again."
IL he married again. everything
would be 50 entirely done for her.
Doubtless, in time, she would reach
mat tepid ground where she could
drug herself by collecting little
pieces OF porcelain; rare books or
fans or dolls. Dolls, she dismissed.
after consideration. No. she would
never collect dolls.
Mrs. Powers had thought she
would be a lovely mother. The tears
rolled down her cheeks remember
Ing this Of the woman she had called
Mother: the woman whom she
had felt to be mother"
She ached from her need of the
small. old lady; and she never sui.
Tered thus without thinking. Poor
Bob! Poor Bob!" But Bob's suffer.
ing, real as 1t was. was not so tragi.
eally real as was Marsha's.
She could not speak Of Mrs. Pow.
ers without a trembling, of lips. a
harsh summoning OF control which
made her tense. Bob. seeing this.
realized she had cared: It touched
him deeply. One day. at the end of
that long. third week. he laid his
hand upon her arm to say How
shall ever thank you for all you
did?"
She cried to answer. Love me! or
II you can't do that let me follow
You. around the world, wherever
you go"
She said: ''You gave more to me
than I've given to you and some
thing that has lent light to my
living, that will never dim"
Then she had left him quickly,
realizing that she had spoken
truth that was beautiful, but truth
that had left her uncertain and
tragieally lonely.
She sat a great deal in Mrs. Pow.
ers' room. Bartholomew told Bob
after a cough and a little hesitation
"It isn't the best thing for her, Mr..
Robert" Bartholomew pointed out,
TO brood So"
HANNAH said her clothes were
- only hanging on her, so thin she
was. Bartholomew reported this to
Bob, adroitly and after plea FOL
pardon.
Il know" Bob answered, SHARP !
from strain. Cod" he. flung out
then. running nervous fnserI
through his hair: frowning.
Il have a definite feeling. sir, II |
you will pardon me. please. Mr. Rob
eFt. that something Is weighing on
Mrs. Powers mind. a something be
yOnd her sorrow"
Bob turned to Bartholomew who
years hack. had taught a small. lean
freekled Bob to make sailors knots
and who had helped this same Bob
10 collect marbles and to make fish
nets from Irvine.
They had once been punished to
getheF for trying to get a hornets
nest that Bob wanted in his collec |
tion. Bob still had a tiny ship that
Bartholomew had whitfield for him
.. the bond between them was an
old and tight one and memories
made their relation gentler and
more real than that of man and ser |
want.
Bob could remember Bartholo |
news weeping at the death of his
father, and how Bartholomew had
said. so long as youth let me serve ,
you all. shall do all / can. and
thank you and God for the chance |
given me-"
Yes. the relation was more than |
that Of man and servant.
what can 1 do. Bartholomew? ?" i
asked Bob. What haven't / done?" !
"If you'll forgive me, sir. she's |
that painful dependent upon affec-
tion. We've all noticed 1t to speak |
OF it. and 1t has quite touched US.
Never have we seen the like. She is
like a child. as one might say. sir,
when she feels affection: like a child
who has been bit naughty and who
Is forgiven and that is tremulously
grateful for it! l think with an un.
usual gentleness, she would tell you
what lies on her mind"
Thank you, Bartholomew"
THANK you. SIR! Thatlwill be all,
sir?"
THAT will be ALL"
For some time. alone, Bob stood
by a window staring upon the misty.
chill world. He had never known. he
reflected heavily. so dismal a spring.
He tried to draw Marsha out that
evening at dinner.
Child" he said, sis something
troubling your"
For a moment stark panic was in
her eyes: she grew pale then she
flushed holly.
why do you ask that% she cues.
toned. Did he know. she wondered,
what she had done one day when it
seemed she could not go on alone?
But he could not know. No one save
she knew; no one save she could
knowi
(cosyrisAs 1854, By x. Ravi1aad- Tsylosl
Tomorrow, Marsha tries TO open
q box.