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Updated: June 9, 2025
May, June nine months. And, in all that time, Olive never had missed, until to-day. Opdyke made a wry face at the darkness. So he had come back to that, after all the fuss. What a kid he was, despite his six-feet three, and the time he had gone under the knife, unwincing, but fully conscious, because his heart was weak just then and the doctors were afraid of anæsthetics!
I can't see that great, strong fellow lie there, all these eight months, and keep steady as he does, and come to know him as I'm doing, know he has been, and is, more of a man than most of us are ever likely to be: I can't watch him, I tell you, and keep my grip on my sense of humour. I like Opdyke better than I like most men; I'd miss him more than most.
One only tells fibs about one's own responsibilities, and you aren't responsible for Brenton, as far as I know." "Heaven forbid!" Olive replied, with hasty piety. "I have all the responsibility I can endure, with you and Reed." "Best cut out Opdyke, then, and focus it all on me," Dolph advised her genially. "I need it, and I shall repay your effort, seven-fold."
Her voice, when she spoke, had a throb that matched his own. "Never, Reed!" she said. A moment later, she was gone, leaving Opdyke there alone, to wonder and, wondering, to worry. Two afternoons later, Duncan, the new assistant, brought up a message from the laboratory. Brenton would be at leisure, soon after four. Might he come up? That was just after luncheon.
He is just up from nervous prostration and ordered to a more relaxing climate, so we got him at a bargain." "Damaged goods. I see. Seen him, Opdyke? Hood and all it's of white bunny he looks like the tag-end of an importer's mark-down sale, and his idioms match the rest of him. Where'd they get him, Olive? Not your father?" "My father didn't get him, if that is what you mean, Dolph. Mr.
Later, when Brenton went away, he took with him the prescription for the tonic and gave the doctor his solemn word of honour that he would straightway telephone for beef and beer. He kept his word so well, and so clever had been the doctor's diagnosis that Reed Opdyke, flat on his back through all the torrid heat of summer, felt moved to express his envious approbation.
Mebby me an' you have got cravin's fer betterment in common betwixt us but hit 'pears like thar's always one diff'rence risin' up thet balks everything else." Even the peppery Opdyke did not venture to break heatedly in on the pause that followed those regretful words.
"That is the hardest sort of question to answer, for he is always on the wing. He went in for mining engineering, and is making quite a record as consulting engineer. It's copper, I think, he consults about; anyway, no one ever can predict where he will be heard from next. Really, if you knew him, you must meet Professor Opdyke.
Again she paused, and fixed her rapt gaze upon his face which slowly was reddening and stiffening into something closely akin to a blinding rage. "Mr. Opdyke, believe me: your poor, broken body is only the outer guise of your erring mind.
"And the worst of it all is," she said, as she drew up at the Opdyke gate; "we none of us, however much we care for him, however hard we try, can get inside the situation and share it with him. He is bound to go through it, all alone. That is the most maddening phase of the whole thing." But Whittenden, looking into her brown eyes, had his doubts of that.
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