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"We'd taken every precaution we knew."
Neither of the men spoke for a time. K. stood, his
tall figure outlined against the window. Far off,
in the children's ward, children were laughing; from
near by a very young baby wailed a thin cry of pro-
test against life; a bell rang constantly. K.'s mind
was busy with the past —
with the day he decided
to give up and go away, with the months of wander-
ing and homelessness, with the night he had come
up the Street and had seen Sidney on the doorstep
of the little house.
"That's the worst, is it?" Max Wilson demanded
at last.
"That's enough."
"It's extremely significant. You had an enemy
somewhere — on your staff, probably. This profes-
sion of ours isa big one, but you know its jealousies.
Let a man get his shoulders above the crowd, and
the pack is after him." He laughed a little. " Mixed
figure, but you know what I mean."
K. shook his head. He had had that gift of the
big man everywhere, in every profession, of securing
the loyalty of his followers. He would have trusted
every one of them with his life.
"You're going to do it, of course."
"Take up your work?"
"Yes."
He stirred restlessly. To stay on, to be near Sid-
ney, perhaps to stand by as Wilson's best man when
she was married — it turned him cold. But he did
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not give a decided negative. The sick man was flushed
and growing fretful; it would not do to irritate him.
"Give me another day on it," he said at last. And
so the matter stood.
Max's injury had been productive of good, in one
way. It had brought the two brothers closer to-
gether. In the mornings Max was restless until
Dr. Ed arrived. When he came, he brought books
in the shabby bag —
his beloved Burns, although
he needed no book for that, the " Pickwick Papers,"
Renan's " Lives of the Disciples." Very often
Max would doze off; but at the cessation of Dr.
Ed's sonorous voice the sick man would stir fret-
fully and demand more. But because he listened to
everything without discrimination, the older man
came to the conclusion that it was the companion-
ship that counted. It pleased him vastly. It re-
minded him of Max's boyhood, when he had read
to Max at night. For once in the last dozen years,
he needed him.
" Go on, Ed. What in blazes makes you stop every
five minutes?" Max protested, one day.
Dr. Ed, who had only stopped to bite off the end
of a stogie to hold in his cheek, picked up his book in
a hurry, and eyed the invalid over it.
"Stop bullying. I '11 read when I 'm ready. Have
you any idea what I'm reading?"
"Of course."
"Well, I haven't. For ten minutes I've been
reading across both pages!"
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Max laughed, and suddenly put out his hand. De-
monstrations of affection were so rare with him that
for a moment Dr. Ed was puzzled. Then, rather
sheepishly, he took it.
"When I get out," Max said, "we'll have to go
out to the White Springs again and have supper."
That was all; but Ed understood.
Morning and evening, Sidney went to Max's
room. In the morning she only smiled at him from
the doorway. In the evening she went to him after
prayers. She was allowed an hour with him then.
The shooting had been a closed book between
them. At first, when he began to recover, he tried
to talk to her about it. But she refused to listen.
She was very gentle with him, but very firm.
"I know how it happened, Max," she said —
"about Joe's mistake and all that. The rest can
wait until you are much better."
If there had been any change in her manner to him,
came that day from the girl who had refused him
a year or more ago. He viewed them with a care-
lessness that was half assumed.
The news had traveled to the Street that he was
to get up that day. Early that morning the door-
keeper had opened the door to a gentleman who did
not speak, but who handed in a bunch of early
chrysanthemums and proceeded to write, on a pad
he drew from his pocket :
—
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From Mrs. McKee's family and guests, with their
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"Yes, dear."
" You don't like me to touch you any more. Come
here where I can see you."
The fear of agitating him brought her quickly.
For a moment he was appeased.
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That 's more like it. How lovely you are, Sidney
'
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ago."
He was almost boyishly relieved. What a wonder
she was! So lovely, and so sane. Many a woman
would have held that over him for years not that —
he had done anything really wrong on that night-
mare excursion. But so many women are exigent
about promises.
"When are you going to marry me?"
"We need n't discuss that to-night, Max."
" I want you so very much. I don't want to wait,
come in, and a lot of them you cured and sent out.
"You gave them their chance, don't you see? Until
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lost faith in —
Max, and she 's not like me. I I knew
Is — is Mr. K. upstairs?"
But when she learned that K. was upstairs, oddly
enough, she did not go up at once. She stood in the
lower hall and listened. Yes, he was there. She
could hear him moving about. Her lips parted
slightly as she listened.
from her balcony, saw her
Christine, looking in
there, and, seeing something in her face that she
had never suspected, put her hand to her throat.
" Sidney!"
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Oh — hello, Chris."
"Won't you come and sit with me?"
"
have n't much time
I — that is, I want to speak
to K."
"You can see him when he comes down."
Sidney came slowly through the parlor. It occurred
to her, all at once, that Christinemust see a lot
of K., especially now. No doubt he was in and
out of the house often. And how pretty Christine
was! She was unhappy, too. All that seemed to be
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CHAPTER XXX
K. was being very dense. For so long had he con-
sidered Sidney as unattainable that now his mascu-
line mind, a little weary with much wretchedness,
refused to move from its old attitude.
"It was glamour, that was all, K.," said Sidney
bravely.
"But, perhaps," said K., "it's just because of that
miserable incident with Carlotta. That was n't the
right thing, of course, but Max has told me the
story. It was really quite innocent. She fainted in
the yard, and —
Sidney was exasperated.
"Do you want me to marry him, K.?"
K. looked straight ahead.
"I want you to be happy, dear."
They were on the terrace of the White Springs
Hotel again. K. had ordered dinner, making a great
to-do about getting the dishes they both liked. But
now that it was there, they were not eating. K.
had placed his chair so that his profile was turned
toward her. He had worn the duster religiously until
nightfall, and then had discarded it. It hung limp
and dejected on the back of his chair. Past K.'s
profile Sidney could see the magnolia tree shaped
like a heart.
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"It seems to me," said Sidney suddenly, "that
you are kind to every one but me, K."
He fairly stammered his astonishment :
—
"Why, what on earth have I done?"
"You are trying to make me marry Max, are n't
you?"
She was very properly ashamed of that, and, when
he failed of reply out of sheer inability to think of
one that would not say too much, she went hastily
to something else: —
"It is hard for me to realize that you that —
you lived a life of your own, a busy life, doing useful
things, before you came to us. I wish you would tell
me something about yourself. If we 're to be friends
when you go away," — she had to stop there, for
the lump inher throat, — " want to know how
I '11
that."
He made an effort. He was thinking, of course,
that he would be visualizing her, in the hospital,
in the little house on its side street, as she looked
just then, her eyes like stars, her lips just parted, her
hands folded before her on the table.
"I shall be working," he said at last. "So will
you."
"Does that mean you won't have time to think
of me?"
"I'm afraid I'm stupider than usual to-night.
You can think of me as never forgetting you or the
Street, working or playing."
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Playing Of course he would not work all the time.
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things: girls like the daughters of the Executive
Committee, who came in from their country places
in summer with great armfuls of flowers, and hur-
ried off, after consulting their jeweled watches, to
luncheon or tea or tennis.
"Goon," said Sidney dully. "Tell me
about the
women you have known, your friends, the ones you
liked and the ones who liked you."
K. was rather apologetic.
"I've always been so busy," he confessed. "I
know a lot, but I don't think they would interest
you. They don't do anything, you know — they
travel around and have a good time. They're rather
nice to look at, some of them. But when you've
said that you've said it all."
Nice to look at! Of course they would be, with
nothing else to think of in all the world but of how
they looked.
Suddenly Sidney felt very tired. She wanted to
go back to the hospital, and turn the key in the
door of her little room, and lie with her face down
on the bed.
"Would you mind very much if I asked you to
take me back?"
He did mind. He had a depressed feeling that the
evening had failed. And his depression grew as he
brought the car around. He understood, he thought.
She was grieving about Max. After all, a girl could n't
care as she had for a year and a half, and then give a
man up because of another woman, without a wrench.
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" Do you really want to go home, Sidney, or were
you tired of sitting there? In that case, we could
drive around for an hour or two. I'll not talk if
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best by life, it did its best too. How steady K.'s eyes
were! She saw the flicker of the match across the
street, and knew what it meant. Once she would
have thought that that was funny; now it seemed
very touching to her.
Katie had heard the car, and now she came heavily
along the hall.
"A woman Mr. K.," she said. "If
left this for
K
all. I was so frightened that I went down sick over
it. When got better, I
I heard you had lost a case
and the cause was being whispered about. I almost
died of terror.
"I tried to get back into the hospital one night.
I went up the fire-escape, but the windows were
locked. Then I left the city. I could n't stand it.
her voice weary with the day and with good works.
"The Lord is my shepherd," she reads. "I shall
not want." . "Yea, though I walk through the
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vision of his steady eyes before her, she adds her
own prayer to the others — that the touch of his
arms about her may not make her forget the vow she
has taken, of charity and its sister, service, of a cup
of water to the thirsty, of open arms to a tired child.
THE END
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