ut of
the papers about Mr. Parr. And I have sometimes thought that that's kept
him from getting work. He talks about it, and people don't know what
to make of him. They don't know how hard he'd try if they'd give him
something."....
"We shall find something," said the rector, striving to throw into his
voice confidence and calm. He did not dare to look at her, but continued
to move the fan.
The child stirred a little. Mrs. Garvin put out her hand.
"Yes, the doctor was here. He was very kind. Oh, sir," she exclaimed,
"I hope you won't think us ungrateful--and that Mr. Bentley won't. Dr.
Jarvis has hopes, sir,--he says--I forget the name he called it, what
Dicky has. It's something uncommon. He says it was--brought on by
the heat, and want of food--good food. And he's coming himself in
the morning to take him out to that hospital beyond the park--in an
automobile, sir. I was just thinking what a pity it is Dicky wouldn't
realize it. He's always wanted to ride in one." Suddenly her tears
flowed, unheeded, and she clung to the little hand convulsively. "I
don't know what I shall do without him, Sir, I don't.... I've always had
him... and when he's sick, among strangers."...
The rector rose to the occasion.
"Now, Mrs. Garvin," he said firmly, "you must remember that there is
only one way to save the boy's life. It will be easy to get you a room
near the hospital, where you can see him constantly."
"I know--I know, sir. But I couldn't leave his father, I couldn't leave
Richard." She looked around distractedly. "Where is he?"
"He will come back presently," said the rector. "If not, I will look for
him."
She did not reply, but continued to weep in silence. Suddenly, above the
confused noises of the night, the loud notes of a piano broke, and the
woman whose voice he had heard in the afternoon began once more with
appalling vigour to sing. The child moaned.
Mrs. Garvin started up hysterically.
"I can't stand it--I can't stand her singing that now," she sobbed.
Thirty feet away, across the yard, Hodder saw the gleaming window from
which the music came. He got to his feet. Another verse began, with more
of the brazen emphasis of the concert-hall singer than ever. He glanced
at the woman beside him, irresolutely.
"I'll speak to her," he said.
Mrs. Garvin did not appear to hear him, but flung herself down beside
the lounge. As he seized his hat and left the room he had the idea of
telephoning for a nurs
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