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Dorothy learned that the boys, Roger and Joe, had not heard a word of her trouble, and she at once determined not to tell even her father all that she had suffered. She had to explain, of course, about being in the sanitarium, but about the Hobbs imprisonment, she decided to say nothing.
Tavia wondered if she was doing right or wrong in not making her presence known. Then she thought how hard it would be to have Mary again placed in a sanitarium, and she decided to fight her way alone. But it was getting dark. They could now barely see the men lifting that struggling form into the closely-covered wagon. "I wonder how they knew he was here?" mused Tavia.
It all began with the day Arthur Simpson "dared" Tess to ride her pony into Picker's grocery store. Before Tess had come to live in the sanitarium at the edge of town where her father was head doctor, she had lived in Macon City and had had superior advantages city life, to Missy, a Cherryvalian from birth, sounded exotic and intriguing. Then Tess in her nature was far from ordinary.
"Change him to the north wing, and put him on the top floor." The attendant left to carry out the instructions, and Dr. Hardman sat down in his office chair, obviously ill at ease. "I should have been more careful," he murmured. "Well, it may not be too late yet. I will take all precautions." Meanwhile Frank was hurrying away from the sanitarium.
"I'm wondering what people will say." "Oh, you mustn't be troubled about that. It isn't your fault, you know, anyhow. Besides, people won't say anything because they won't know anything about it if we stay away from that sanitarium." In the effort to put him at his ease, her own distress seemed to vanish, and Kirk immediately felt more cheerful.
All, all were in vain; no trace of interest or emotion was aroused in Toni. "If he could only be made to laugh or to cry once!" repeated the doctor over and over again. When he had been four weeks in the sanitarium all hope disappeared, for the doctor had exhausted every means. "Now I will try one thing more," he said one morning to his wife.
To any one who should come from a southern sanitarium to the Alps, the row of sun-burned faces round the table would present the first surprise. He would begin by looking for the invalids, and he would lose his pains, for not one out of five of even the bad cases bears the mark of sickness on his face.
The day I arrived, and before I saw him, I was very much impressed with the simplicity yet distinction of the inn or sanitarium or "repair shop," as subsequently I learned he was accustomed to refer to it, perched upon a rise of ground and commanding a quite wonderful panorama. It was spring and quite warm and bright.
I was awakened one stormy winter night by a reporter who was well known to me, a young man of unusual promise. I met him in dressing gown and slippers in my library. There he told me that his wife was ill, and to save her life the doctor informed him that he must send her West to a sanitarium. "I have no money," he continued, "and will not borrow nor beg, but you must give me a story I can sell."
"From gutter to hospital, from hospital to sanitarium, from sanitarium to ship," he said in a colourless voice. "Yes, it was a good fight." "What a Calvary!" she murmured, looking at him out of clear, sorrowful eyes. "And on your knees, poor boy!" "You ought to know. You have made every station with me on your tender bleeding knees of a girl!"
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