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Mathewson was unable to entertain us in the house, but he gave orders at once to have a commodious room in one of the dozen or so other buildings of the Post fitted up for us with beds, stove and such simple furnishings as were necessary to establish us in housekeeping and make us comfortable during our stay with him.
From her seat at the desk, where she was posting Burns's day book, the nurse observed without seeming to do so that the slim figure in the old armchair sat absolutely without moving, except once when the head resting against the worn leather turned so that the cheek lay next it. And after a very short time Miss Mathewson realized that the waiting patient had fallen asleep.
It was more eloquent of Leaver's weakness than all his difficult words. When he met Miss Mathewson, an hour afterward, in the hall, on her way back to her patient, he delayed her. "I want you to do more than nurse this case, Amy," he said, fixing her with a certain steady look of his with which he always gave commands. "I want you to put all your powers, as a woman, into it.
He'd poke his head in: Mathewson, Marquard, check. And lock the door. Next room, check, lock the door. "As far as I was concerned, I never drank a drop even when I was in show business. In 1912 I made a movie with Alice Joyce and Maurice Costello, and then I was in vaudeville for three years, Blossom Seeley and I. That's when she was my wife. It didn't work out, though.
There was no resisting Red Pepper's wife; she was accustomed to have her way. Miss Mathewson, reluctant but shivering, came inside, and when her clothing had ceased to drip moisture, followed Ellen upstairs. Presently, dry-clad, she was taken into Ellen's own room and confronted with an invitation which was rather a command. "You're to stay and have dinner with us.
I'm hoping he'll unload, and tell me what's wrong, though I can guess fairly well for myself. I could see, all through our consultation, that he held himself in hand with an effort. The old keenness was there, but not the old command. He's worn out, for one thing, though there may be more than that. But, see here, do you mean to tell me that's Amy Mathewson you've got downstairs? Never!
He did not think this possible, but his new tenant convinced him that it was, and went away smiling, her hands full of June roses, and her spirits high. It was with her vivid personality at its best that she presently took her place at the luncheon table, meeting there, however, at first, only Miss Mathewson. "My patient has fallen asleep after his walk," Amy explained to Mrs.
Leaver cried, quite forgetting himself for the moment. "I had no idea you meant to carry things so far as this. Fine!" "Isn't it? Could you have a better place to try your hand again? Nobody looking on but Amy Mathewson, Miss Dodge whom you met downstairs and Dr. Buller for the anesthetic. Buller's the best anesthetizer in the state and a splendid fellow besides.
It's a broken leg, and I must go this minute," said Miss Mathewson. But she paused for an instant more, looking at Ellen. The nurse was the taller, and looked the older of the two, but the affectionate phrase "little person" had somehow touched a heart which was lonelier even than Ellen guessed and Ellen guessed much more than Red Pepper had ever done. Red Pepper's wife leaned forward.
Whatever help he was now to give his friend must be given, not through speech but through silence, and by that subtler means of communication between spirit and spirit which cannot be analyzed or understood, but which may be more real than anything in life. They went downstairs, presently, and rejoined the party. Miss Ruston and Miss Mathewson, Mr.
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