Carter hasn't been dead quite one year yet.
Mrs. Johnson says I ought to be declared a minor and put as a ward to
you. I can't help Judge Wade's sending me flowers and Tom's sitting on
my front steps night and day. I'm not strong enough to carry him away
and murder him. I am perfectly miserable and I'm--"
"Now that'll do, Molly, just hush for a half-minute and let me talk to
you," said Doctor John as he took my hand in his and drew me near him.
"No wonder your heart hurts if it has got all that load of trouble on it
and well just get a little of that 'scare' off. You put yourself in my
hands and you are to do just as I tell you, and I say--forget it! Come
with me while I make a call. It is a long drive and I'm--I'm lonesome
sometimes myself."
I saw the worst was over and I breathed freely again, but I had talked
so much truth in that fiction that I felt just as I said I did, which is
a slightly unnatural feeling for a woman. There was nothing for it but
to go with him, and I wanted to most awfully.
To my dying day I'll never forget that little house, way out on the Cane
Run Pike, he took me to in his shabby little car. Just two tiny rooms,
but they were clean and quiet and a girl with the sweetest face I ever
saw lay in the bed with her eyes bright with pride and a tiny, tiny
little bundle close beside her.
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