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       ailing child and without saying anything to you consoles you for

       everything。。。。  I shall never understand it all。  I do not know

       how it can all be; but my knees bend in spite of me when I speak

       of it 。。。



He stopped and looked at her。



〃You boy!〃 said Mary; not very clearly。



〃Oh yes;〃 he returned。  〃But it's trueespecially my knees!〃



〃You boy!〃 she murmured again; blushing charmingly。  〃You might read another

line over。  The first time I ever saw you; Bibbs; you were looking into a

mirror。  Do it again。  But you needn't read itI can give it to you: 〃A

little Greek slave that came from the heart of Arcady!〃



〃I!  I'm one of the hands at the Pump Worksand going to stay one; unless I

have to decide to study plumbing。〃



〃No。〃  She shook her head。  〃You love and want what's beautiful and delicate

and serene; it's really art that you want in your life; and have always

wanted。  You seemed to me; from the first; the most wistful person I had ever

known; and that's what you were wistful for。〃



Bibbs looked doubtful and more wistful than ever; but after a moment or two

the matter seemed to clarify itself to him。  〃Why; no;〃 he said; 〃I wanted

something else more than that。  I wanted you。〃



〃And here I am!〃 she laughed; completely understanding。 〃I think we're like

those two in The Cloister and the Hearth。  I'm just the rough Burgundian

cross…bow man; Denys; who followed that gentle Gerard and told everybody that

the devil was dead。〃



〃He isn't; though;〃 said Bibbs; as a hoarse little bell in the next room began

a series of snappings which proved to be ten; upon count。  〃He gets into the

clock whenever I'm with you。〃  And; sighing deeply; he rose to go。



〃You're always very prompt about leaving me。〃



〃II try to be;〃 he said。  〃It isn't easy to be careful not to risk

everything by giving myself a little more at a time。  If I ever saw you look

tired〃



〃Have you ever?〃



〃Not yet。  You always lookyou always look〃



〃How?〃



〃Care…free。  That's it。  Except when you feel sorry for me about something;

you always have that splendid look。  It puts courage into people to see it。

If I had a struggle to face I'd keep remembering that lookand I'd never give

up!  It's a brave look; too; as though gaiety might be a kind of gallantry on

your part; and yet I don't quite understand why it should be; either。〃  He

smiled quizzically; looking down upon her。  〃Mary; you haven't a 'secret

sorrow;' have you?〃



For answer she only laughed。



〃No;〃 he said; 〃I can't imagine you with a care in the world。  I think that's

why you were so kind to meyou have nothing but happiness in your own life;

and so you could spare time to make my troubles turn to happiness; too。  But

there's one little time in the twenty…four hours when I'm not happy。  It's

now; when I have to say good night。  I feel dismal every time it comesand

then; when I've left the house; there's a bad little blankness; a black void;

as though I were temporarily dead; and it lasts until I get it established in

my mind that I'm really beginning another day that's to end with YOU again。

Then I cheer up。  But now's the bad timeand I must go through it; and

sogood night。〃  And he added with a pungent vehemence of which he was little

aware; 〃I hate it!〃



〃Do you?〃 she said; rising to go to the door with him。  But he stood

motionless; gazing at her wonderingly。



〃Mary!  Your eyes are so〃  He stopped。



〃Yes?〃  But she looked quickly away。



〃I don't know;〃 he said。  〃I thought just then〃



〃What did you think?〃



〃I don't knowit seemed to me that there was something I ought to

understandand didn't。〃



She laughed and met his wondering gaze again frankly。  〃My eyes are pleased;〃

she said。  〃I'm glad that you miss me a little after you go。〃



〃But to…morrow's coming faster than other days if you'll let it;〃 he said。



She inclined her head。  〃Yes。  I'll'let it'!〃



〃Going to church;〃 said Bibbs。  〃It IS going to church when I go with you!〃



She went to the front door with him; she always went that far。  They had

formed a little code of leave…taking; by habit; neither of them ever speaking

of it; but it was always the same。  She always stood in the doorway until he

reached the sidewalk; and there he always turned and looked back; and she

waved her hand to him。  Then he went on; halfway to the New House; and looked

back again; and Mary was not in the doorway; but the door was open and the

light shone。  It was as if she meant to tell him that she would never shut him

out; he could always see that friendly light of the open doorwayas if it

were open for him to come back; if he would。  He could see it until a wing of

the New House came between; when he went up the path。  The open doorway seemed

to him the beautiful symbol of her friendshipof her thought of him; a symbol

of herself and of her ineffable kindness。



And she kept the door openeven to…night; though the sleet and fine snow

swept in upon her bare throat and arms; and her brown hair was strewn with

tiny white stars。  His heart leaped as he turned and saw that she was there;

waving her hand to him; as if she did not know that the storm touched her。

When he had gone on; Mary did as she always didshe went into an unlit room

across the hall from that in which they had spent the evening; and; looking

from the window; watched him until he was out of sight。  The storm made that

difficult to…night; but she caught a glimpse of him under the street…lamp that

stood between the two houses; and saw that he turned to look back again。

Then; and not before; she looked at the upper windows of Roscoe's house across

the street。  They were dark。 Mary waited; but after a little while she closed

the front door and returned to her window。  A moment later two of the upper

windows of Roscoe's house flashed into light and a hand lowered the shade of

one of them。  Mary felt the cold thenit was the third night she had seen

those windows lighted and the shade lowered; just after Bibbs had gone。



But Bibbs had no glance to spare for Roscoe's windows。  He stopped for his

last look back at the open door; and; with a thin mantle of white already upon

his shoulders; made his way; gasping in the wind; to the lee of the sheltering

wing of the New House。



A stricken George; muttering hoarsely; admitted him; and Bibbs became aware of

a paroxysm within the house。  Terrible sounds came from the library: Sheridan

cursing as never before; his wife sobbing; her voice rising to an agonized

squeal of protest upon each of a series of muffled detonations the

outrageous thumping of a bandaged hand upon wood;  then Gurney; sharply

imperious; 〃Keep your hand in that sling!  Keep your hand in that sling; I

say!〃



〃LOOK!〃 George gasped; delighted to play herald for so important a tragedy;

and he renewed upon his face the ghastly expression with which he had first

beheld the ruins his calamitous gesture laid before the eyes of Bibbs。  〃Look

at 'at lamidal statue!〃



Gazing down the hall; Bibbs saw heroic wreckage; seemingly Byzantine painted

colossal fragments of the shattered torso; appallingly human; and gilded and

silvered heaps of magnificence strewn among ruinous palms like the spoil of a

barbarians' battle。  There had been a massacre in the oasis the Moor had

been hurled headlong from his pedestal。



〃He hit 'at ole lamidal statue;〃 said George。  〃POW!〃



〃My father?〃



〃YESshu!  POW! he hit 'er!  An' you' ma run tell me git doctuh quick 's I kin

telefoamshe sho' you' pa goin' bus' a blood…vessel。  He ain't takin' on

'tall NOW。  He ain't nothin' 'tall to what he was 'while ago。 You done miss'

it; Mist' Bibbs。  Doctuh got him all quiet' down; to what he was。  POW! he hit

'er!  Yessuh!〃  He took Bibbs's coat and proffered a crumpled telegraph form。

〃Here what come;〃 he said。  〃I pick 'er up when he done stompin' on 'er。  You

read 'er; Mist' Bibbsyou' ma tell me tuhn 'er ovuh to you soon's you come

in。〃



Bibbs read the telegram quickly。  It was from New York and addressed to Mrs。

Sheridan。



       Sure you will all approve step have taken as was so wretched my

       health would probably suffered severely Robert and I were married

       this afternoon thought best have quiet wedding absolutely sure you

       will understand wisdom of step when you know Robert better am

       happiest woman in world are leaving for Florida will wire address

       when settled will remain till spring love to all father will like

       him too when knows him like I do he is just ideal。

       Edith Lamhorn。



George departed; and Bibbs was left gazing upon chaos and listening to

thunder。  He could not reach the stairway without passing the open doors of

the library; and he was convinced that the mere glimpse of him; just then;

would prove nothing less than insufferable for his father。  For that reason he

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