The Century Illustrated Monthly Magazine, October, 1913: Vol. LXXXVI. New Series: Vol. LXIV. May to October, 1913Various
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The Century Illustrated Monthly Magazine, October, 1913: Vol. LXXXVI. New Series: Vol. LXIV. May to October, 1913
Various
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“And I don’t care, neither,” said Teddy, stoutly. “You’re alive, thank
Heaven! And you’re Sadie Simmons, and you can smile. Shall I send for a
parson?”
“What, now?”
“Only say the word.”
The girl picked at the sheet for a moment, and her eyes, now ringed
with suffering and no longer bright, searched his face wonderingly;
but they found no trace of an emotion other than eagerness to be as
good as his word.
“I don’t know,” she said at last; “it’ll need thinking over. You know,
it was hitting the wire fence that saved me, Teddy. It was like diving
into a net.”
“Pretty hard net,” grinned the boy, reminiscently.
“Lucky for you, or you’d have gone through it. Teddy boy, why didn’t
you run over me? I’m so small! You must have been mad to ride into the
fence like that.”
“Who told you?” demanded Teddy.
“Nurse. She says you hadn’t a chance in a thousand to get round me
without breaking your neck. I always liked you, Teddy. I’m glad you’re
brave.”
“Then why not marry me, Sadie?” The boy came closer, while the nurse
hovered about impatiently. “You can’t come back, you know. However good
they patch you up, you’re done with the game.”
“Marry you, after what I said about looking for a rich guy? I’m bad
and selfish, and I want so much. And I’m older than you think--nearly
nineteen. I only wore my hair that way for a stall. Would you really
marry me now, when I’m all cut up and no one else would look at me?”
“Call me and see,” suggested Teddy, quietly.
“I’ll let you know later, Teddy. It depends--”
“But I’m going to Dayton to-night to race, and then I go South again.
How am I to know?”
Sadie considered for a moment with eyes closed. When she opened them
again, her face was very grave.
“Come past here on your way to the depot,” she said, “and look at this
window above the bed. It’s the fourth from the end. If the blind’s up,
you can bring along your parson.”
“And if it’s down?”
“If it’s down, it will mean that you’d better forget all about me.”
“Then leave it up, Sadie,” he whispered as the nurse bustled up
suggestively. “I’m only two thousand short of buying a garage in
Florida, where I used to work. You’d love to be down there--all
sunshine, pelicans, palms, and sugar-cane, and butterflies as big as
your hand soaring about. You’d get well and strong down there, Sadie,
and I’d be so good to you! Don’t let them pull it down!”
The nurse came nearer and began to fidget with the pillows.
“I’ll have to get you to leave now, young man,” she said. “The doctor
will be here in a moment.”
“Take care of yourself, Teddy,” smiled the girl, waving her hand feebly
as he tore himself away. “Touch wood as you go out.”
She set her teeth for the doctor’s visit, and said not a word until he
had finished his examination; but her black eyes studied his face in an
agony of suspense. A momentary smile, accompanied by a raising of his
bushy, gray eyebrows, gave her the cue.
“Doctor, will I get well?” she asked almost under her breath.
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