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All day she kept them under the counter in a glass of water, and at evening she took them to Johnny Rosenfeld, still lying prone in the hospital. On Sidney, on K., and on Christine the winter had left its mark heavily. Christine, readjusting her life to new conditions, was graver, more thoughtful. She was alone most of the time now.
There were evenings when the Howe car was filled, not with Christine and her friends, but with women of a different world; evenings when the destination was not a country estate, but a road-house; evenings when Johnny Rosenfeld, ousted from the driver's seat by some drunken youth, would hold tight to the swinging car and say such fragments of prayers as he could remember.
When the two great rectangles that were the emergency ward windows had turned from mirrors reflecting the room to gray rectangles in the morning light; Johnny Rosenfeld opened his eyes and spoke the first words that marked his return from the dark valley. "Gee, this is the life!" he said, and smiled into K.'s watchful face.
In the beginning it was incredulous about some of the details. "An awning from the house door to the curbstone, and a policeman!" reported Mrs. Rosenfeld, who was finding steady employment at the Lorenz house. "And another awning at the church, with a red carpet!" Mr. Rosenfeld had arrived home and was making up arrears of rest and recreation. "Huh!" he said. "Suppose it don't rain. What then?"
Even K. would have been classed with these others, for the stick that he carried on his walks, for the fact that his shabby gray coat was as unmistakably foreign in cut as Dr. Max's, had the neighborhood so much as known him by sight. But K., so far, had remained in humble obscurity, and, outside of Mrs. Mr. Rosenfeld buttoned up the blue flannel shirt which, with a pair of Dr.
So Sidney thought, in her ignorance! "There's only one thing, Palmer," she said gravely. "Johnny Rosenfeld is going to have his chance. If anybody in the world can save him, Max Wilson can." The light of that speech was in her eyes when she went out to the sleigh again. K. followed her out and tucked the robes in carefully about her. "Warm enough?" "All right, thank you." "Don't go too far.
When he came to and opened his eyes, Grace almost shrieked with relief. "I'm all right," said Johnny Rosenfeld. And, when they offered him whiskey: "Away with the fire-water. I am no drinker. I I " A spasm of pain twisted his face. "I guess I'll get up." With his arms he lifted himself to a sitting position, and fell back again. "God!" he said. "I can't move my legs."
His Jewish father spoke in him. "And another policeman at the church!" said Mrs. Rosenfeld triumphantly. "Why do they ask 'em if they don't trust 'em?" But the mention of the policemen had been unfortunate. It recalled to him many things that were better forgotten. He rose and scowled at his wife. "You tell Johnny something for me," he snarled.
She would have given every hope she had in the world, just then, for Sidney's stainless past. She hated herself with that deadliest loathing that comes of complete self-revelation. And she carried to her room the knowledge that the night's struggle had been in vain that, although Johnny Rosenfeld would live, she had gained nothing by what he had suffered.
Mrs. Rosenfeld absolutely refused to take the usher's arm which was offered her, and said she guessed she was able to walk up alone. Johnny Rosenfeld came, as befitted his position, in a complete chauffeur's outfit of leather cap and leggings, with the shield that was his State license pinned over his heart. The Street came decorously, albeit with a degree of uncertainty as to supper.
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