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was indignant. So was Colonel e gtoh, whom they met on the nk steps next day. Hear youre keeping Parris out ichool, Marie. Mighty fine idea, .. Public school’s full of ruffians that .Green youngster. Send boy to public school and he against all kinds. That's demotracy for you!” . “Are they going to do anything dbolit the Singer boy, Colonel?” : “Not now, but somebody will aggravate that boy until he does something desperate.” i “Don’t [you think it would be a good idea to get some sort of employment for him—out of the way somewhere?” : - “It would, ma'am. A might sensible one. I don’t suppose you could take him on your place, could you?” - “I've gos more help of that kind than I can use, but. if you can’t ind anything else, let me know. I'm sure he doesn’t belong in the asyluin, as people are saying.” . Colonel Skeffington flared above his| shining red beard. “There you (are now! Did you ever notice, | | Marie, How in this town everybody's ‘always ready to send somebody. to | -the ‘asylum?’ It’s a fact. I think it’s a bad thing to have a lunatic ‘asylum in this town. Keeps it in everybody's: mind. Probably a lot of people go crazy just because the | building stands out there at the end Federal ‘St. Too confounded | convenient.” He chuckled and | élawed | his beard. . “What's more, | if you'd turn all the lunatics out | and put the rest of us in there, I | do ibt 4 you ‘could tell any differGol. | Skefington bowed deeply. and turned ‘to. go. Then he took off| his hat again. “I think the Greens are trash.” a cynical old Sinner, ‘Col-

Fou're onelL” | ! - “INot| cynical, ma’am, just a sin-

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| + “Don’t pay-any attention to what | Col. Skeffington says, Parris. He's | & ‘good man, a very good man. I . Wish there were more like him.” 4 fama am ee , TOM CARR moved into the over’s| cottage the following week. s went down to watch the men ad the: household - stuff. Mr. ‘was the most: extraordinaryng apparition Paris. had ever seen. A cyclone of snow-white hair and whiskers enveloped his massive hegd. | Only his eyes showed — the row gt, merriest, kindest eyes imginable. Mr, Carr was so lively and said fo msny funny things that Parris

last thing taken from the an old square piano. jou’ve got a piano!” Parris d. “Do you play?” | my wife plays it. It was her 0 when she was a girl. I brought it. out from the East with us.| Years ago.” :

~ ‘Cll-see¢ you later, Sonny; you must down often and play : Ley, he’s always been a great over of music.” Parris grinned. Decidedly Mr. Ir was a very different sort of son from Sven Gyllinson. The Acught of Sven made him “go bose flesh” all over, His eyes filled tears, but he dashed them “He wondered where Renee nd what she was doing this

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with many colors. Innumerable strings of beads lay about her neck, ,and many cheap rings shone on her tiny hands — deformed - looking, helpless little hands—so tiny that they seemed like doll hands attached to her enormous arms. She wore a large round hat perched precariously on a lopsided bunch of false ‘curls. The cart rolled into the back yard. Tom Carr hopped out gaily, detached a little ladder, and set it close to the wheel. “Now, sweetheart, here we are.. Give me your hands. Upsadaisy!” Lucy wheezed noisily. She said “Ha!” once or twice, and then “Ho! Ho! Ho!” : “Lucy, my love, this is Mrs, von Eln’s grandson. Name's Sonny.” All at once Lucy became very gay. She took a tottering step forward and held out her hand. She nodded her head with a certain graciousness. . She leaned so heavily on Tom Carr that he almost carried her.

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derous weight slowly. She gasped out some words. “Glad, Sonny, glad.” : ” 8B . TOM CARR HAD proved to be a valuable man. Madame was delighted. Parris went to see the Carrs two or three times a week. Lucy always made him play for her. Sometimes she struggled to the piano and played for him. Her little. hands flew back and forth across the keys in obedience to some automatic memory. The sounds were as mad as Lucy Carr herself. Mi, Carr talked once or twice of Lucy to Madame von En. “She was a pretty girl, Mrs. von Eln, and a happy girl. A proud girl, too... When we ran out of money it seemed she just couldn’t stand the snubs she got here in Kings Row. She just went out of her head. Then she was happy. I made up my mind she should stay happy. You know, she’s like a child. I had to put rockers under her bed— like a cradle. Every night of the world ‘I sing to her and rock her to sleep.” Madame von. Eln stared. “Lucy likes your boy, Mrs. von Eln. I've never seen her take to anyone so before.” Madame shodk her head sadly as she watched the white-headed old man trudging home, She passed her fingers slowly across her eyes. A strange friendship sprang up between Lucy Carr and Parris. It had begun a few days after the Carrs arrived. Old Tom saw: Parris and hailed him. : “Eley, Sonny!” “Yes, sir.” “Are you busy right’ now?” “No, sir.” - « about you. Wants to see you.” “Me?” : nl off. | Tell you what you do. Go-down and see her. Let her talk to you far a little while. She gets pretty lonesome, you know. Don’t be afraid, son, she won’t hurt you. Wouldn’t hurt a fly—my Lucy wouldn't. Likes to tglk, though. The mind of Lucy Carr was like something flying in dizzy circles. It darted in and out of the darkness that encompassed her, that pressed always closer as though waiting to engulf her. Parris felt sometimes that if he could only seize her flickering attention and fasten it down, she would suddenly become herself. But that bright spot of lucidity and sanity was now here, now there, hovering for a moment and then gone from sight. Her helpnessness appealed to his sympathy. He aided in many small ways, but most of all he talked. He discovered the kind of news that interested her and learned to tell it bit by bit. She could not follow a long story. ; : 3 “I .used to take Lucy to the

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cottage. He asked to have Uncle Henry fetch the doctor. They had been mistaken, he ‘explained, for part of the parade. He had brought Lucy home and put her to bed. 2 8 ” “EXCITEMENT,” said Dr. Gor-

don, giving Lucy a sleeping powder. Later Parris went down to the little house and tiptoed into the front room. Lucy Carr lay on the bed and Tom was rocking her. Lucy saw him. “Look, honey, it’s Sonny. Glad, Sonny. ‘ Parris sat down on the edge of a chair and waited. She closed her eyes and slept for 2 while, Her breathing was louder than he had ever heard it, though she always struggled to get air. | From time to time a loud strangled breath came and went*roughly. It sounded like the turn of a rusty wheel. “Is she better?” he asked. “Yes—much better.” Lucy opened her eyes after a while. “Sonny, play,” she gasped. Parris sat down and began to play. He heard her breath come more and more slowly, but he thought the awful cranking sound was more frequent. The afternoon light faded, and the still spring twilight came on gradually. Sill Parris played on and on. . He thought Lucy must be falling asleep. He could scarcely hear her. The insane witches’ music that came from the piano was beginning to make his head ache. The creak of the rockers on the floor slowed and stopped. Tom Carr laid a hand’ on his shoulder. “That will do now. Thank you, Sonny.” # ” # “IS SHE ASLEEP, Mr. Carr?” Tom Carr shook his head. “She’s dead. Will you tell your grandmother, please? And—thank you again, - Sonny. The death of Lucy Carr made Parris think about God more definitely than he ever had before. It{ seemed to him if there was a God, who looked after -. everything and ‘everybody, that events were strangely ordered. Thirgs didn’t seem right—or fair. He thought about Renee and the memory was stony hard in his breast. That wasn’t right, or fair, either. He was bitterly resentful. : He brushed his hand across his eyes with a gesture he had borrowed from his grandmother. It was not a childish gesture.

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