't you bother any more, Mr. Haggard. I'll see that the
best is done."
She telephoned to the Polefax doctor.
That afternoon he called at Putnam's and made his report.
"He's in a very bad way, Mrs. Woodburn," he said. "Advanced arterial
deterioration. And the condition is complicated by some deep-seated
fear-complex."
The doctor was young, up-to-date, and dabbling in psycho-therapy.
"Fear of death?" asked Mrs. Woodburn.
"Fear of life, I think," the other answered. "He wouldn't talk to me.
And I can't, of course, attempt a mental analysis."
Mrs. Woodburn had no notion what he meant, and believed, perhaps
rightly, that he did not know himself.
"He's been unfortunate," she said.
"So I guessed," answered the young man. "He asked me who sent me, and
when I told him said he'd be grateful if you'd call on him."
"I'll go round."
Toward evening she called at the cottage.
Mrs. Boam showed her up.
Joses lay on a bed under the slope of the roof, his head at the window
so that he could look out.
His face was faintly livid, and he breathed with difficulty.
Mrs. Woodburn's heart went out to him at the first glance.
"I'm sorry to see you like this, Mr. Joses," she said gently. "You
wanted to see me?"
"Well," he answered, "it was _Miss_ Woodburn I wanted to see." He looked
at her wistfully out of eyes that women had once held beautiful. "D'you
think she'd come?"
"I'm sure she will," the other answered reassuringly.
Joses lay with his mop of red hair like a dingy and graying aureole
against the pillow.
"D'you mind?" he asked.
Her eyes filled with kindness. He seemed to her so much a child.
"What! Her coming to see you here?"
"Yes."
She smiled at him in her large and loving way.
"Of course I don't," she said, and added almost archly: "And if I did
I'm not sure it would make much difference."
He found himself laughing.
She moved about the room, ordering it.
Then she returned to Putnam's to seek her daughter.
* * * * *
After the National Boy had emerged from the cloud which had long covered
her.
She returned home, radiant and impenitent.
"I've been thinking things over," she said on the morning after her
return. "And I'll forgive you, mother, for your lack of faith."
"Thank you, my dear," replied the other laconically.
"This once," added Boy firmly. "Now, mind!"
* * * * *
Mrs. Woodburn now gave her
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