And, except for the release from pain, he rejoiced less and less in his

recovery. He remembered a tedious sickness of his childhood and how

beautiful he had thought the world, when he began to get well, how

electric the open air blowing in at the window, how green the smile of

earth, and how glorious to live and see the open day again. He had none of

that feeling now. No pretty vision came again near his bed, and he beheld

his convalescence as a mistake. He had come to a jumping-off place in his

life--why had they not let him jump? What was there left but the weary

plod, plod, and dust of years?

He could have gone back to Carlow in better spirit if it had not been for

the few dazzling hours of companionship which had transformed it to a

paradise, but, gone, left a desert. She, by the sight of her, had made him

wish to live, and now, that he saw her no more, she made him wish to die.

How little she had cared for him, since she told him she did not care,

when he had not meant to ask her. He was weary, and at last he longed to

find the line of least resistance and follow it; he had done hard things

for a long time, but now he wanted to do something easy. Under the new

genius--who was already urging that the paper should be made a daily--the

"Herald" could get along without him; and the "White-Caps" would bother

Carlow no longer; and he thought that Kedge Halloway, an honest man, if a

dull one, was sure to be renominated for Congress at the district

convention which was to meet at Plattville in September--these were his

responsibilities, and they did not fret him. Everything was all right.

There was only one thought which thrilled him: his impression that she had

come to the hospital to see him was not a delusion; she had really been

there--as a humane, Christian person, he said to himself. One day he told

Meredith of his vision, and Tom explained that it was no conjuration of

fever.

"But I thought she'd gone abroad," said Harkless, staring.

"They had planned to," answered his friend. "They gave it up for some

reason. Uncle Henry decided that he wasn't strong enough for the trip, or

something."

"Then--is she--is she here?"

"No; Helen is never here in summer. When she came back from Plattville,

she went north, somewhere, to join people she had promised, I think."

Meredith had as yet no inkling or suspicion that his adopted cousin had

returned to Plattville. What he told Harkless was what his aunt had told

him, and he accepted it as the truth.

Mrs. Sherwood (for she was both Mr. and Mrs. Sherwood) had always

considered Fisbee an enigmatic rascal, and she regarded Helen's defection

to him in the light of a family scandal to be hushed up, as well as a

scalding pain to be borne. Some day the unkind girl-errant would "return

to her wisdom and her duty"; meanwhile, the less known about it the

better.




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