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Updated: June 14, 2025
"It's all right Cherry " Marilyn breathed softly, "It's all right I understand! Don't think any more about it!" The eyes opened fiercely again, a faint determination shadowed round the little mouth: "You gotta know !" she broke forth again with effort. "He was good to me when I was a little kid, and when he found I was in trouble " the breath came pitifully in gasps "he offered to marry me!"
I think nobody else could show what ought to be done. There wouldn't be anything else to do!" "Oh, murder!" said Opal turning over in bed quickly, and hiding her face in the pillow, and there was in the end of her breath just the suggestion of a shriek of fear. But far, far into the night Marilyn lay on her sleepless pillow, her heart crying out to God: "Oh, save Mark! Take care of Mark!
"I suppose it does save some time taking care of it if you have curly hair, and it looks good on you, but mercy! It attracts so much attention. Well, I'm glad we don't live in New York! I declare, every time I come to church and hear Mr. Severn preach I just want to thank God that my lines are cast in Sabbath Valley. But speaking of going to boarding school, it didn't hurt Marilyn Severn to go.
You're nervous aren't you? Don't you think music makes people nervous?" Marilyn smiled pathetically, and dropped back to the edge of her bed: "Pardon me," she said, "I was just in one of my tempers again. I get them a lot but I'm trying to control them. I happened to think of the little babies I saw in the tenement districts when I was in New York last. Did you ever go there?
Was that what education and going to college did for folks? The light of a single unshaded electric bulb shone startlingly down to the bed, making plain the shadow of death even to an inexperienced eye. Marilyn knelt beside the bed and took Cherry's cold little hand in her own warm one.
The doctor came and stood close by the bed, looking down keenly, but Cherry roused once more and looked at them, her sharp little voice stabbing out into the silence piercingly, "Is that all?" "That is all," said Marilyn with a ring in her voice, "Jesus died to take care of all the rest! You can just rest on Him!" "Oh-h!"
We do not always hear about them. They are not always beautiful nor gifted. It chanced that Marilyn was all three. So she sat and played at her dear organ, played sweet and tender hymns. Played gentle, pleading, throbbing themes that almost spoke their words out, as she saw Elder Harricutt leading his file of elders into the session room which was just behind the organ.
Mark would say no more of his trouble tonight. It was so that Lynn, coming swiftly from her shadow, with troubled thoughts, came face to face with Mark: He stopped suddenly as if something had struck him. "Oh, Mark!" she breathed softly, and put out her hand. He made a swift motion away from her, and said quickly: "Don't touch me, Marilyn, I-am not worthy!"
She was the one thought present with him all the while, perhaps for years wherever he had been. But he did not look glad to see her. Instead it was as if his soul shrank shamedly from her clear eyes as she looked at him: Marilyn had not known what she was going to say to him when she found him. She did not stop to think now. "Mark, your mother wants you. She is dying!
Down at the store she met Marilyn, who told her she looked better already, and the poor soul, never able to hold her tongue, had to tell the girl about the letter. "He's had a letter," she said brightening, "about a job I guess. It was there when I got back. It's sawing wood. The letter doesn't have any head. It just says about sawing wood.
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