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They said just what she had known began to brew him a special broth they would say, but though it is not with almost fierce solicitude as to its really believable, she hardly cared. strength and clarity, setting aside a
For two weeks she had helped Doc bowl of chicken soup left by a neighbor Cranberry—and Asa-fight for Asa's that morning. life. She had been up night and day, “He needs beef,” she said firmly. sacrificing her bed for the kitchen-sofa, When the broth was made, she took her sleep for snatched dozes, her meals it to him, and I wish I could convince for snacks, and in the store her cus- you that there was a tender light, like tomers, except those whom the young a maternal glow, in her eyes, and that assisant could serve. There was the her voice was, though gruff, tender. door to answer, too. Some people Now, a look like that is not easy to called only from curiosity; but it was manufacture, and as she continued to surprising how many were really con- wear it not only at home, but abroad, cerned about the sick man, and every it began to be her unconscious witness, day came flowers and fruit and cus- the testimony to a miracle which Rosstards, especially after he began to ville had to acknowledge—the miracle mend, and Asa did really begin to of a change in heart. And the heart, mend.
then, existed despite their former The day that Doc Cranberry pro- theory that Myra's anatomy did not nounced him out of danger Myra said boast that organ. to herself, "Well, I guess you kind of "She certainly must be stuck on get used to folks, and every man has a him,” they said, marveling. right to live, specially when he wants But there are always scoffers. These to like he does."
had their chance before long, though Yes, Asa loved life. But one day that should be approached through when he was getting his strength back the channel of Asa. he said:
By March he was seen every fine "Myry, you been so awful' good to day on the front porch in the sun, me,--you 've worn yourself to a shad- swathed in blankets. At the end of the ow,-and when I seen how you was month he was walking, and in April working so hard to keep me alive, I Myra took him to Lancaster in the said to myself, ‘Yes, I will get well; it little car. She did n't know the nature would be a mean, low trick to die af- of his business there, and she forebore ter all she's doing to save me.' And, to ask. After that first time he drove Myry, it was really your wanting to himself over. have me live; that had just as much One morning about the end of April to do with it as Doc Cranberry. Yes, Myra was in the store when he came and more. And when I 'm well, I 'm in with a mysterious and very excited going to show you I know how to be air. She turned, smiling. Yes, Myra grateful.”
had developed a smile. It was n't She went out to the kitchen, and all much yet, for it was still very young at once she felt her gaunt cheeks wet in the world. The chief point is that with hot brine.
it made her almost young herself. “Oh, I 'm just played out and ner- "Got something to show you, vous,” she thought angrily. Then she Myry.” He held a paper.
She smiled again, but merely said: "He told me, Asa did, all about his
“Oh, is that so?” and picked a thread pump the day of the blizzard, and he from his sleeve. “Well, what is it, said he was n't going to tell her till it Asa?” Then she saw his hand trem- succeeded, and then he was going to ble, and she said quickly, “What is it?” surprise her. And I swore I'd never
"Something kind of nice.” His breathe it to a soul, and I did n't. You voice trembled. He shakily unfolded folks ought to be ashamed. Even supthe paper, a long document. Neither posing Myra did used to be kind of he nor Myra noticed the young girl hard-like, getting a good husband assistant behind the counter. “It 's makes a woman mighty different, and about the patents for my pump.” I guess some of you are jealous because "Pump? What pump?"
she got him instead of you, now he's a "Why, one I invented." His smirk genius and wealthy and famous all blended extreme pride and tremulous over the State.” suspense. His eye was like the wild Some one was rash enough to ask tail of a dog who has treed a—you her why she herself had n't married can't guess what, but just look up him. there and see!
Hattie smiled. "But what is it? What 's this?" "Me? I would have took him if I She had caught the excitement without could of got him—and if Jeffrey Simms understanding its source.
had n't already asked me. I guess I "That' 's the deed of transference, might as well tell it now as any other and this here 's the
the check—ten time; Jeffrey and me 's engaged, you thousand dollars, yes, Myry, hope I know.” may die-ten thousand, cash, in the One day Myra said to her husband: Lancaster Bank." After swallowing "Asa, don't you think we ought to he added, "You see, this was the trans- give a real nice wedding present to action I was busy on when I got sick.” Hattie and Jeff?”
Myra also was swallowing, and she "Why, yes, Myry, we ought to do was as white as a sheet; but at that that,” Asa said, pleased. “I always moment the reporter chap came from did like Hattie, and Jeff, too.” Lancaster to write Asa up for a big Myra nodded. feature in the morrow's "Herald." Then they went to Lancaster to buy
The scoffers tried to say that she the wedding present, and they bought knew about the pump all the time, and also anniversary presents for each that was why she saved him; but then other, as they had been married just a came the evidence of the young girl year. assistant in the shop, who had wit- Yes, Asa lived a long time. But he nessed Myra's thunderstruck amaze- would do that, anyhow; he was that ment. And then came Hattie Buck. sort of man.
The Struggle for Constantinople
By HERBERT ADAMS GIBBONS
Fa new Rip Van Winkle had gone comrades-in-arms in undertaking a
to sleep at any time in the nine- new era in world affairs. Differences teenth century and awoke to-day, one of opinion among the Entente powers? column in the morning newspaper Friction in the Near East? Inability would afford him no sensation of sur- to agree upon a common policy to prise. Were his eye to fall first upon adopt toward Turkey? These are a despatch from Constantinople, he minor matters. The great fact is the would read it without discovering his League of Nations, which is funclong sleep. Metternich and Castle- tioning. reigh and Talleyrand, Palmerston and The trouble is that the Near Eastern Napoleon III, Bismarck and Disraeli situation is not a minor matter. The
a and Shuvaloff, would find history re- bloody wars of the nineteenth century peating itself with a vengeance in the had their origin in international riGolden Horn. Throughout the World valry in the Near East. The inability War and during the three years that of Turkey to retain her European have followed the collapse of Turkey, provinces was the direct cause of the European diplomacy has been running recent World War. The war began in true to form in the Near East. This
This the Balkans, and there was no hope of is a peculiarly distressing and hopeless its ending until a decisive victory had statement to make more than two been won in the Balkans. Nor is years after the creation of the League there hope of peace until peace is of Nations. But the truth does not made in the Balkans. The future of set us free unless we know the truth. Constantinople is the dominating fac
Some of my friends who believe that tor in Balkan unrest in the autumn of the world was regenerated by reason 1921, just as it was in the autumn of of our victory over the Germans, and 1914. that the high principles of President The League of Nations has no chance Wilson are triumphing in international to live in the present international ataffairs, tell me that the Near Eastern mosphere. The United States Senate
situation is simply one failure which has had nothing to do with its success should not discredit the peace settle- or its failure. The statesmen who ment as a whole. One hears them made the Treaty of Versailles and the argue on the platform and one sees other treaties of 1919 and 1920 did not their articles, especially "letters to the let the League of Nations enter into editor,” flooding the press. We can
their calculations. So long as public not expect perfection, they say, and opinion in Great Britain, France, and the United States should be ashamed Italy supports, or at least tolerates, the not to have gone forward with our diplomacy of European statesmen, the