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Sisters BY KATHLEEN NORRIS Chapter 19—Continued Cherry looked small and pathetic in her fresh black, and her face was marked by secret it'cesscnt weeping. But the nurses and doctors could not say enough for her self-control; she was always composed, always quietly helpful and calm when they saw her, and she was always busy. From early morning, when she slipped into the sick-room, to stand looking at the un conscious Martin with a troubled, in tent expression that the nurses came to know well, until night, she moved untiringly about the quiet, shaded house. She supervised the Chinese boy, saw that the nurses had their hours for rest and exercise, telephoned, dusted and arranged the rooms, saw callers sweetly and patiently, filled vases with flowers. Every day she had several vigils In the sick-room, and every day at least one long talk with the doctors. Every afternoon and evening had Its callers; she and Peter were rarely alone. Martin was utterly unconscious of the life that flowed on about him; sometimes he seemed to recognize Cherry, and would stare with painful intentness into her face, but after a few seconds his gaze would wander to the strange nurses, and the room that he had never known, and with a puzzled sigh he would close his eyes again, and drift back Into his own strange world of pain, fever and un consciousness. Almost every day there was the sudden summons and panic In the old house, Peter going toward the sick room with a thick beating at his heart. Cherry entering, white-faced and with terrified eyes, doctors and nurses gath ering noiselessly near for the last acene in the drama of Martin’s suffer ing. But the release did not come. There would be murmuring among the doctors and nurses; the pulse was gaining, not losing, the apparently fatal, final symptoms were proving neither fatal nor final. The tension would relax; a doctor would go, a nurse slip from the room; Cherry, looking anxiously from one face to another, would breathe more easily. It was Inevitable, she knew that now— but It was not to be this minute; it was not to be this hour I •‘My dear—my dear!” Peter said to her one day, when spent and shaken she came stumbling from Martin’s bed side and stood dazedly looking from the window into the soaking October forest, like a person stunned from a blow. “My poor little Cherry I If I could spare you this!” “Nobody can spare me now I” she whispered. And very simply and quietly she added: “If I have been a fool—if I have a selfish, wicked girl all my life, I am punished I “Cherry!” he protested, heartsick to see her so. “Was It wrong for us to love each other, Peter?" she asked In a low tone. “I suppose it was! I suppose it was! But it never seemed as if —” she shut her eyes and shivered—“as if —this— would come of it!” she whispered. “This!” he echoed aghast. “Oh, I think this is punishment,” Cherry continued, in the same lifeless, weary tone. There was a silence. The rain dripped and dripped from the red woods, the room In which they stood was in twilight, even at noon. Peter could think of nothing to say. • ••••••• About two weeks after the accident there was a change in the tone of the physicians who had been giving al most all their time to Martin’s case. There was no visible change in Mar tin, but that fact in itself was so sur prising that it was construed into a definite hope that he would live. Not as he had lived, they warned his wife. It would be but a restricted life; tied to bls couch, or permitted, at best, to move about within a small boundary on crutches. “Martini” his wife exclaimed pite ously, when this was first discussed. “He has always been so strong—so independent I He would rather—he would infinitely rather be dead I” But her mind was busy grasping the pos sibilities, too. “He won’t suffer too much?” she asked fearfully. They hastened to assure her that the chance of his even partial recov ery was still slight, but that in case of his convalescence Martin need not necessarily suffer. Another day or two went by In the silent, rain-wrapped house under the trees; days of quiet footsteps and whispering, and the lisping of wood fires. Then Martin suddenly was con scious, knew his life, languidly smiled at her, thanked the doctors for oc casional ease from pain. “Peter—l’m sorry. It’s terrible for you—terrible!” he said in his new, hoarse, gentle voice, when he first saw In France citizens pay a door and window tax. In towns of over 100,000 inhabitants the principal of the tax is fixed at one franc for 1 window, 1.60 francs for two windows and so on. The tax for doors is 18.80 franca. Peter. They marveled among them selves that he knew that Alix was gone. But to Cherry, in one of the long hours that she spent sitting be side him and holding his big. weak, j strangely white hand, he explained | one day. “I knew she was killed," he . said, out of a silence. “I thought we i both were!” “How did she ever happen to do it?” Cherry said. “She was always so sure of herself—even when she drove fast!” “I don’t know," he answered. “It was all like a flash, of course! I never watched her drive —I had such confidence in her!” His Interest dropped; she saw that the tide of pain was slowly rising again, and glanced at the clock. It was two; he might not have relief until four. In his own eyes she saw reflected the apprehension of her own. “You might ask Peter to play some of that —that rambly stuff he was playing yesterday?" he suggested. ' Cherry, only too happy to have him want anything, to have* him helped by j anything, flew to find fieter. Busy with one of the trays that were really beginning to interest and please the invalid now, she told herself that the hoube was a different place, now that one nurse was gone, the doctors com ing only for brief calls, and the dear, j familiar sound of the old piano echo ing through the rooms. Martin came from the fiery furnace changed in soul and body. It was a thin, gentle, strangely patient man who was propped in bed for his Thanksgiving dinner, and whose pain woru face turned with an appreciative smile to the decorations and the gifts that made bls room cheerful. The heavy cloud lightened slowly but steadily; Martin had a long talk, dreaded by Cherry from the first hours of the accident, with his physicians. He bore the ultimatum with unex pected fortitude. “Let me get this straight," he said slowly. “The arm is O. K. and the leg, but the back —" Cherry, kneeling beside him, her hands on his, drew a wincing breath. Martin reassured her with an indul gent nod. “I’ve known It right along!" he told her. He looked at the doctors. “It’s no go?” “I don't see why I should deceive you, my dear boy,” said the younger doctor, who had grown very fond of him. “You can still beat me at bridge, you know, you can read and write, and come to the table, after awhile; you have your devoted wife to keep finding new things for you to do I Next sum mer now—a chair out In the garden—” Cherry was fearfully watching hei husband’s face. “We’ll al) do what we can to make It easy, Mart 1" she whispered, in tears. He looked at her with a whimsical smile. “Mind very much taking care of a helpless man all your life?” he asked with a hint of his old confident man ner. “Oh Mart, I mind only for you!” Rhe said. Peter, standing behind the doc tors. slipped from the room unnoticed Late that evening, when Martin wai asleep. Cherry carat noiselessly from c I fti Sul ! “O, Marti I M'nd Only for You!’ She Said. the sick-room, to find Peter alone in the dimly lighted sitting room. He glanced at her, feeling rather than hearing her presence, and called her “Coma over* here, will you. Cherry* I want to apeak to you." . She came, with an inquiring and yet not wholly unconscious to the fireside, and hs stood up to greet her "Tiredr* be asked, in an unnatural voice. “I—l was Just going to bed,” she answered, hesitatingly. But she sat down, nevertheless; sank comfortably into the chair opposite his own, and stretched her little feet, crossed at th« ankle, before her, as if she were in deed tired. He knelt down beside her chair, and gathered her cold hands into one of his own. “Whut are you and I going to do?” he asked. She looked at him In terror. “But all that Is changed!” she said, quickly, fearfully. “Why is it changed?” he countered. “I love you—l have always loved you. since the days long ago, in this very house! I can’t stop it now. And you love me, Cherry!’* “‘Yes, I shall always love you," she answered, agitatedly, after a pause In which she looked at him with troubled eyes. “But—but—you must see that we cannot —cannot think of all that now," she added with difficulty. 27 couldn’t fall Martin now, when he needs me so!” "He needs you now," Peter conced ed, “and I don’t ask you to do any thing that must distress him now. But in a few months, when his mother comes down for a visit you must tell them honestly that you care for me,” he Raid. Cherry was trembling violently. “But how could I!" Rhe protested. ••Tell him that I am going away, de serting him when he most needs me!” Peter had grown very pale. “But—” he stammered, bis face close to hers—“but you cannot mean that this Is the end?” She moved her lips as If she was about to speak ; looked at him blankly. Then suddenly tears came, and she wrenched her hands free from his, and laid her arms about his neck. Her wet cheek was pressed to his own, and he put his arms tightly about the lit tle shaken figure. “Peteri* she whispered, desolately. And after a time, when the violence of her sobs was lessened, and she was breathing more quietly, she said again: "Peter 1 We can never dream that dream again." “We shall dream It again," be cor rected her. Cherry did not answer for a long while. Then she gently disengaged herself from his arms, and sat erect. Her tears were ended now, and her voice firmer and surer. “No; never again!* she told him. “I’ve been thinking about It, al) these days, and I’ve come to see what Is right, as 1 never did before. Alix never knew about us. Peter —and that's been the one thing for which 1 could be thankful in ail this time! But Alix had ouly one hope for me, and that was that somehow Martin and 1 would come to be —well, to be nearer to each other, and that somehow he and 1 would make a success of our | marriage, would spare—well, let’s say the family name, from all the disgrace and publicity of a divorce —” “But, Cherry, my child—" Peter ex postulated. “You cannot sacrifice all your life to the fancy that no one else can take your place with him—” "That," she said, steadily, “la just what I must do!” Peter looked at her for a few sec onds without speaking. "You don’t love him," he said. "No,” she admitted, gravely. “I don’t love him—not in the way you mean.” "He is nothing to you," Peter argued. "As a matter of fact, it never was what a marriage should be. It was always—always—a mistake.” "Yes," she conceded, sadly, "it was always a mistake I" "Then there is nothing to bind you to him!" Peter added. “No—and there isn’t Alix to distress now!” she agreed, thoughtfully. "And yet," she went on, suddenly, “I do this more for Alix than for any one !* Peter looked at her m silence, looked back at the last flicker of the fire. “You will change your mind after awhile I" he said. Cherry rose from the chair, and stood with dropped head and troubled eyes, looking down at the flame. "No, I shall never change my mind!” she said, in a low tone that was still strangely firm and final for her. “For five or ten or twenty or thirty years I shall always be where Martin Is. caring for him. amusing him, making a life for him." And Cherry raised her glorious blue eyes In which there was a pure and an up lifted look that Peter had never seen there before. “It is what Dad and Alix would have wished," she finished, solemnly, “and I do it for them 1" 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. CHAPTER XX. Peter saw, with a sort of stupefac tion, that life was satisfying her now as life had never satisfied restless, ex acting little Cherry before. She spent much of her free time by her husband’s side, amusing him aa skillfully as a mother. He was get ting so popular that she bad to be ready for callers every day. Would he like her to keep George Sewall for dinner, when they could play dominoes again? Would he like the table with the picture puzzle? He would like just to talk? Very well; they would talk. Martin’s day was so filled aud divided with small pleasures that It was apt to amaze him by passing toe quickly. He had special breakfasts, he bad his paper, bls hair was brushed and bls bed remade a dozen times a day. Cherry shared her mall, which was always heavy now, with him; sht flitted into the sick-room every few minutes with small messages or gifts With her bare, bright head, her buaj 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 si ok-room was kept with exquisite simplicity, with such freshness, bare ness, and order as made It a place of delight. One day Cherry brought homt a great Vikory bowl of silvery glass and a dozen drifting goldfish, and Mar tin never tired of watching them Idly while ho listened to her reading. “Cherry,” Peter said, on a wet Janu ary day, when he came upon her in the dining room, contentedly arranging a fragrant mass of wet violets, "I think Martin’s out of the woods now. I be lieve I’ll be moving along.'" “Oh, but we wen-, you always, Pe ter I” she said. Innocently regretful. The ghost of a pained smile flitted across his face. "Thank you,” he said, gently. “But I think ! will go.” he added, mildly. She made no further protest. "But where?" she asked, sympa thetically. "I don’t know. I shall take Buck start off toward the Mg mountains. I’ll write you now and then, of course! I’m going home, first!" “Just now,” Cherry mused, sadly, "perhaps it is best—for you—to get away! Now that Martin is so much better." she added, In a little burst. "I do feel so sorry for you. Peter! I know how you feel. I shall miss bor always, of course," said Cherry, "but I have him.” “I try not to think of her,” Peter said, flinging up his head. “When you do," Cherry said, earn estly, giving him more of her attention than had been usual, of late, “Here i« something to think, Peter. It’s this: we have so much to be thankful for, l»ecause she never—knew 1 It was madness," Cherry went on, eagerly, '•sheer madness —that is clear now. I don't try to explain it, because it’s all been t washed away by the frightftn thing that happened. I’m different now; you’re different —1 don’t know how we ever thought we could —” There was a silence during which she looked 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, “is that Alix would rather —she would rather have it this way. She told me that she would be heart-broken if there hau been any actual separation between me aud Martin, and how much worse that would have been —what we planned, 1 mean. She was spared that, and we were spared—l see it now—what would have ruined both our lives. We were brought to our senses, and the awakening only came a little sooner than it would have come any way I” Peter had walked to the window, and was looking out at the shabby winter trees that were dripping rain, and at the beaten garden, where the drenched chrysanthemums had been bowed to the soaked earth. “Here, in Dad’s home,” Cherry said, coming to stand beside him, “1 see how* wicked and how mad 1 was. In another twenty-four hours It would have been too late —you don’t know how often I wake up in the night and shiver, thinking that I And as It is, I am here In the dear old house; and Martin —weH, you can see that even Martin’s life is going to be far happier than it ever was! It’s such a joy to me," she added, with the radiant look she often wore when her husband’s comfort was under consideration, “to feel that we need never worry about the money end of things—there’s enough for what we need forever I" “You must never worry about mon. ey,” he told her. "And if ever you need it—if It is a question of a long trip, or of more operations—if there is any chance—" “I shall remember that I have a big brother!" she said. > The room was scented by the sweet, damp flowers, and by the good odor of lazily burning logs; yet to Peter there was chill and desolateness In the air. Cherry took up the glass bowl In both careful hands, and went away In the direction of the study, but he stood at the window for a long time staring dully out at the battered chrysanthe mums and the swishing branches, and the steadily falling rain. A few days later, on a day of un certain sunshine and showers, Peter left them. To Cherry Peter’s going was a relief; It burned one more bridge behind her. It confirmed her in the path she had chosen; it was to her spirit like the cap that marks the accepted student nurse, or like the black coif that replaces the postulant's w’hlte veil of probation. He had been In the downstairs bed room, talking with Martin, for per haps an hour; he hud drawn them a rough sketch of the little addition to the house that Cherry meant some day to build next to the study, and hex and Martin had been discussing the de tails. Cherry was sweeping the wet, dun-colored leaves from the old porch when a sudden step in the doorway be hind her made her look up. Peter had come out of the house, with Buck beside him. He wore his old corduroy clothes and his shabby cap, but there was something In his aspect that made her ask: “Not going?” “Yes, I’m going now I" he said. Sho rested her broom against the thick trunk of the old banksla, and i /rl ■W “® -Ye., I’m Going Now!” He Mid, rubbed her two hands together, and came to the top of the steps to say good-by. And standing there, under the rose tree, she linked her arm about it. looking up through the branches, where the shabby foliage of last year lingered, “How fast It’s grown since that terrific pruning we gave it all that I long time ago!” she said. “Little more than six years ago, Cherry!” he reminded her. “Only six years—” She was ob viously amazed. “It doesn't seem pos sible that all this has happened In six years I" she exclaimed. (TO BE CONTINUED) I Serial No. C 13745 NOTICE OF THE APPLICATION of the Oregon Basin Oil and Gas Com pany for a Un'ted States Patent to the Wilson No. 2 011 Placer Min ing Claim United States Land Office, Lander, Wyoming, February 16, 1922 Notice Is hereby given that in pursuance of Chapter 6, Title 32 of the Revised Statutes of the United States, the undersigned, The Oregon Basin OH and Gas Company, a cor poration oganized and existing under the laws of the state of Wyoming, with Its principal office and place of business at Cheyenne, Wyoming, by Wilfrid O'Leary, its duly authorized agent and attorney in fact, claiming one quarter section or 160 acres of oil placer mining ground kno\vn as the "Wilson No. 2 OU Placer Mining Claim,” situate, lying and being in •Park County, Wyoming, has made ap plication to the United States for a patent for said oil placer mining Claim, which is more particularly de scribed as follows: The North Half of the Northeast Quarter (N(4NE%) oft Section Six (6): and the Northwest Quarter of the Northwest Quarter of Section F've (5), Township Fifty (50) North of Range One Hundred (100) West of the 6th P. M. The notice of location of said Wilson No. 2 011 Placer Mining Claim is of record In the office of the Coun ty Clerk and Ex-Otticlo Register of Deeds tn and tor Park County, State of Wyoming, at Cody, Wyoming, in Book No. 6 of Location Notice Re cords at Page No. 247 thereof. That said claim and premises, to gether with the s. rface ground there in contained and hereby sought to be j patented, is bounded as follows: I On the north by the Purple and | McMahan Oil Placer Mining Claims; i On the south by the Wilson No. 1 Oil Placer Mining Claim; On the west by the Anderson OU OU Placer Mining Claim; On the oast by the Wilson No. 3 OU Placer Mining Claim; Any and all persons claiming ad versely to the said oil placer mining claim and premises or any part there of, so above described and applied for, are hereby notified that unless their claims are duly filed according to law and the regulations thereun der, within the time provided by law, with the Register ot the United States Land Office at Lander, Frc mont County, Wyoming, they will be barred by virtue ot the provisions of said statutes. IRVING W. WRIGHT, Register. First publication March 29 Last publication May 24th —1922 Serial No. 013746 NOTICE OF THE APPLICATION of the Oregon Basin Oil and Gas Com pany for a United States Patent to the Polly Oil Placer Mining Claim United States Land Office, Lander, Wyoming, February 16, 1922 Notice is hereby given that in pursuance of Chapter 6, Title 32 of the Revised statutes of the United States, the undersigned, The Oregon Basin OU and Gas Company, a cor poration oganized and existing under the laws of the state ot Wyoming, with its principal office and place of business at Cheyenne, Wyoming, by Wilfrid O’Leary, its duly authorized agent and attorney in fart, claiming one quarter section or 160 acres of oil placer mining ground known as the "Polly OU Placer Mining Claim," situate, lying and being In Park Coun ty, Wyoming, has made application to the United States for a patent for said oil placer mining claim, which la more particularly described as fol lows: The Southwest Quarter (SWI4) ot Section Five (5), Township Fifty one (51) North of Range One Hun dred (100) West of the 6th P. M. The notice of location of said Polly Oil Placer Mining Claim Is of record in the office ot the Coun ty Clerk and Ex-Officio Register of Deeds in and for Park County, State of Wyoming, at Cody, Wyoming, in Book No. 6 of Location Notice Re cords at Page No. 262 thereof. That said claim and premises, to gether with the surface ground there in contained and hereby sought to be patented, is bounded as follows: On the north by the Sidney OU Placer Mining Claim; On the south by the Kutie OU Placer Mining Claim; On the east by the Pauline Oil Placer Mining Claim; On the west by the Nicholas Oil Placer Mining Claim; Any and all persons claltrlng ad versely to the said oil placer mining claim and premises or any part there of, so above described and applied for, are hereby notified that unless their claims are duly filed according to law and the regulations thereun der, within the time provided by law, with the Register ot the United Stateo Land Office at Lander, Fre- WEDNESDAY. MARCH 29, 19 2 j mont County, Wyoming, they wlll’ba barred by virtue of the provisions of said statutes. IRVING W. WRIGHT. Register. First publication March 15, 1922. Last publication May 10, 1922. Serial No. 013743 NOTICE OF THE APPLICATION of the Oregon Basin OU and Gas Com pany for a United States Patent to - the Red OU Placer Mining Claim United States Land Office, Lander, Wyoming, February 16, 1922 Notice Is hereby given that In pursuance of Chapter 6, Title 32 of the Revised Statutes of the United States, the undersigned, The Oregon Basin OU and Gas Company, a cor poration oganized and existing under the laws of the state of Wyoming, with its principal office and place of business at Cheyenne, Wyoming, by Wilfrid O’Leary, Its duly authorized agent and attorney tn fact, claiming one quarter section or 160 acres of oil placer mining ground known as the "Red Oil Placer Mining Claim.” situate, lying and being in Park Coun ty. Wyoming, has made application to the United States for a patent for said oil placer mining claim, which is more particularly described as fol lows: Lots Three and Four (3 & 4) and the East Half of the Southwest Quarter (EHSWI4) of Section Thir ty-one (31), Township Fifty-one (51) North ot Range One Hundred (100> West of the 6th P. M. The notice ot location of said Red Oil Placer Mining Claim Is of record In the office of the Coun ty CJerk and Ex-Officio Register of Deeds in and for Park County, State of Wyoming, at Cody, Wyoming, in Book No. 6 of Location Notice Re cords at Page No. 231 thereof. That said claim and premises, to gether with the surface ground there in contained apd hereby sought to be patented, is bounded as follows: On the north by the Josephine Olt Placer Mining Claim; On the south by the Anderson Oil Placer Mining Claim; On the east by the Purple OU Placer Mining Claim; On the west by the Elizabeth Oit Placer Mining Claim and vacant un occupied Government land; Any and all persons claiming ad versely to the said oil placer mining claim end premises or any part there of, above described and applied for, are hereby notified that unless their claims are duly filed according to law and the regulations thereun der, within the time provided by law. with the Register of the United States Land Office at Lander. Fre mont County, Wyoming, they will be barred by virtue of the provisions ot said statutes. IRVING W. WRIGHT. Register. First publication March 15, 1922. Last publication May 10, 1922. Serial No. 013744 NOTICE OF THE APPLICATION of the Oregon Basin OH and Gas Com pany for a United States Patent to the Anderson Oil Placer Mining Claim United States Land Office. Lander, Wyoming, February 16, 1922 Notice Is hereby given that in pursuance ot Chapter 6, Title 32 of the Revised Statutes of the United States, the undersigned. The Oregon Basin OU and Gas Company, a cor poration oganized and existing under the laws of the state of Wyoming, with Its principal office and place ot business at Cheyenne. Wyoming, by Wilfrid O'Leary, its duly authorized agent and attorney in fact, claiming one quarter section or 160 acres ot oil placer mining ground known as the "Anderson OU Placer Mining Claim." situate, lying and being in Park Coun ty, Wyoming, has made application to the United States for a patent for said oil placer mining claim, which is more particularly described as fol lows: I-ots Three, Four and Five (3, 4 & 5) and the Southeast Quarter of the Northwest Quarter (SEI4NW4) of Section Six (6), Township Fifty (50) North of Range One Hundred (1001- West of the 6th P. M. The notice of location of said Anderson OU Placer Mining Claim is of record in the office ot the Coun ty Clerk and Ex-Offlclo Register of Deeds in and for Park County. State of Wyoming, at Cody, Wyoming. ° Book No. 6 of Location Notice R* cords at Page No. 228 thereof. The! said claim and premises, to gether with the surface ground there in contained and hereby sought to bo patented, is bounded as follows: On the north by the Red OU Placer Mln’ng Cialm; On the south by Vacant unoccupied Government land; On the east by the Wilson No. 3 and Wilson No. 1 Oil Placer Mining Claims; On the west by Vacant unoccupied Government land; Any and all persons claiming ad versely to the bald oil placer mining cinlin and premises or any part there of, so above described and applied for, are hereby notified that unless their claims are duly filed according to law and the regulations thereun der, within the time provided by law. with the Register of the United States Land Office at Lander, Fre mont County, Wyoming, they will be barred by virtue of the provisions of said statutes. IRVING W WRIGHT, Reg? iter. First publication March 15, 1922. Last publication May 10, 1922.