but Peter[Pg 49] Brooks had already received his compensation in the girl’s glowing face. “It’s ‘off again, on again, gone again,’ in your profession, too. Well, here’s looking forward to the next escape.” His laugh rang with health and good spirits.

[Pg 49]

Sheila stopped on her way up the steps, turned and looked back at him. The wonder of his recovery often surprised even herself. It seemed incredible that this pulsing, vitalized portion of humanity could have once been a veritable husk, hounded by a haunting fear into a state of hopelessness and loathing of existence. Life certainly tingled in Peter now, and every time Sheila felt it, man or no man, she could not help rejoice with all her heart at the thing she had helped to do.

Peter’s smile met hers half-way in the dusk. “It may be another week before I see you again. In case—I’d like to tell you that I’m staying on indefinitely. The chief has pushed me out of my Sunday section and has sent me a lot of special articles to do up here. He thinks I had better not come back until I’m all fit.”

“You’re perfectly fit now.” There was a brutal frankness in the girl’s words.

[Pg 50]Peter had grown used to these moments. They no longer troubled or hurt him. He had begun to understand. “Maybe I am; I feel so, but you can never tell. Then there’s always the danger of one’s heart going back on one. That’s why I’ve decided to stay on and coddle mine. Rather good plan?”

[Pg 50]

Sheila O’Leary vouchsafed no answer. She disappeared through the entrance of the sanitarium, leaving Peter Brooks still smiling. Neither his expression nor position had changed a few seconds later when Miss Jacobs touched him on the arm.

“Oh, Mr. Brooks! Were you the guilty party—running away with Leerie? For the last two hours we’ve been combing the San grounds for her.” The green eyes of the flirtatious nurse gleamed peculiarly catlike in the dusk. “Of course I don’t suppose my opinion counts so very much with you,” there was a honeyed, self-deprecatory quality in the girl’s tone, “but if I were you, I wouldn’t go about so awfully much with Leerie. She’s a dear girl—I don’t suppose it’s really her fault—but she had such a record. And you know it’s my creed that[Pg 51] girls of that kind can compromise poor men far oftener than men compromise girls. Oh, I do hope you understand what I mean!”

[Pg 51]

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