Robert Kimberly

An acolyte, entering in the gray of the earlymorning, saw on the last of the kneeling benchesa man resting with bowed head. In the adjoiningroom the archbishop himself had slept, withincall, in his chair. He entered the chapel and anassistant robed him to say his mass before hissingle auditor. The service over, he made histhanksgiving, walked to where the man knelt and, touching him on the shoulder, the two left theroom together.

CHAPTER XLVIII

The apprehension that had long waited uponRobert Kimberly's intentions weighed uponhis circle. It was not enough for those abouthim to assure themselves that their affairs ofbusiness or of pleasure must move on whether Robertshould determine to move on with them or not.His aloofness carried with it an uncertainty thatwas depressing.

If he were wholly gone it would be one thing; butto be not gone and not of them was quite another.When Nelson brought the codicil providing forthe school, satisfactorily framed, Kimberly hadchanged his intention and resolved, instead ofincorporating the foundation in his will, to makeimmediate provision for an endowment. Whenthe details were worked out, Nelson left to bringhis wife home from Paris. Lottie's first visit wasto Dolly's home, and there she found Imogeneand Fritzie. She tiptoed in on the surprisedgroup with a laugh.

They rose in astonishment, but Lottie looked sotrim and charming in her French rig that shedisarmed criticism. For a moment every one spokeat once. Then Dolly's kind heart gave way asshe mentally pronounced Lottie faultless.

"You never looked so well in your life," sheexclaimed with sincerity. "I declare, Lottie, youare back to the sprightliness of girlhood. Pariscertainly agrees with you."

Lottie smiled. "I have had two great rejuvenatorsthis year-Paris and a good conscience."

Fritzie could not resist. "Do they go together,Lottie?" she asked.

Lottie responded with perfect ease: "Onlywhen one is still young, dear. I shouldn't darerecommend them to mature persons."

"You felt no risk in the matter yourself?"suggested Fritzie.

"Not in the least," laughed Lottie, pushingdown her slender girdle. But she was too happyto quarrel and had returned resolved to have onlyfriends. "You must tell me all about poorRobert." She turned, as she spoke to Dolly, with asudden sympathy in her tender eyes. "I havethought so much about his troubles. And I amjust crazy to see the poor fellow. What is he doing?"

"He is in town for a few days, just now. Buthe has been away for two months-with the yacht."

"Where?"

"No one knows. Somewhere along the coast,I suppose."

"With whom?"

"Alone."

Lottie threw her eyes upward. "What doeshe mean? What do you all mean by letting himget into such a rut? Such isolation; suchloneliness! He needs to be cheered up, poor fellow.Dolly, I should think you would be frightened todeath-"

"What could I possibly do that I haven't done?"demanded Dolly. "No one can do a thing withRobert when he is set. I have simply had togive up."

"You mustn't give up," protested Lottiecourageously. "It is just the giving up that ruinseverything. Personally, I am convinced that noone can long remain insensible to genuine andsincere sympathy. And certainly no one couldaccuse poor Robert of being unresponsive."

"Certainly not-if you couldn't," retortedFritzie.

Lottie turned with amiability. "Now, Fritziedear, you are not going to be unkind to me. I putmyself entirely out of the case. It is somethingwe ought all to work for together. It is our duty,I think."

She spoke very gently but paused to give thenecessary force to her words. "Truly, it wouldbe depressing to any one to come back to a gaycircle and find it broken up in the way ours is.We can't help the past. Its sorrows belong to italone. We must let the dead bury the dead andall work together to restore the old spirit wheneverybody was happy-don't you feel so, Arthur?"she asked, making that sudden kind of an appealto Arthur De Castro to which it is difficult torefuse assent.

"Certainly we should. And I hope you will besuccessful, Lottie, in pulling things together."

"Robert is at home now, isn't he?"

"He has been at home a fortnight," returnedArthur, "but shut up with the new board ofdirectors all the time. MacBirney walked theplank, you know, last fall when Nelson went onthe board."

"I think it was very nice of Robert to confersuch an honor on Nelson," observed Lottiesimply, "and I intend to tell him so. He is alwaysdoing something for somebody," she continued, rising to go. "And I want to see what theconstant kindness he extends to others will do ifextended to him."

"She also wants to see," suggested Fritzie toImogene, as Dolly and Arthur walked with Lottieto the door, "what Paris and a good conscience, and a more slender figure, will do for him."

"Now, Fritzie!"

"If Robert Kimberly," blurted Fritzie hotly,"ever takes up again with Lottie Nelson, I'llnever speak to him as long as I live."

"Again? When did he ever take up with her?"

"I don't care. You never can tell what a manwill do."

Imogene, less easily moved, only smiled. "Dollyentertains the Nelsons to-morrow evening, andRobert will be asked very particularly to come."

Kimberly did not return home, as was expected, that night. At The Towers they had no definiteword as to whether he would be out on the followingday. Dolly called up the city office but couldonly leave a message for him. As a last resortshe sent a note to The Towers, asking Robert tojoin them for the evening in welcoming Lottie.Her failure to receive an answer before the partysat down to dinner rather led Dolly to concludethat they should not see him and she felt nosurprise when a note was handed her while the coffeewas being served. She tore it open and read:

"DEAR DOLLY:

"I am just home and have your note. I amsorry not to be with you to-night to join inwelcoming the Nelsons. I send all good wishes tothe little company, but what I have now to tellyou will explain my absence.

"I had already made an appointment before Ilearned of your arrangements for the evening.Father Pauly, the village clergyman, sleeps to-nightat The Towers and I am expecting him as I write.He does not know of my intention, but before heleaves I shall ask him to receive me into theRoman Catholic Church.

"ROBERT."

Dolly handed the note to Arthur. He asked ifhe should read it aloud. She nodded assent.

Fritzie, next morning, crossing the lake withflowers for Alice, was kneeling at her grave whenKimberly came up. She rose hastily but couldnot control herself and burst into tears.Kimberly took her hands as she came to him. "DearFritzie," he murmured, "you haven't forgotten."

"I loved you both, Robert."

They walked down the hill together. Fritzieasked questions and Kimberly met her difficultiesone after another. "What great difference does itmake, Fritzie, whether I work here or elsewhere? Iwant a year, possibly longer, of seclusion-and noone will bother me at the Islands. Meantime, ina year I shall be quite forgotten."

Charles Kimberly was waiting at The Towersfor a conference. The brothers lunched togetherand spent the afternoon in the library. Dollycame over as they were parting. "Is it true,Robert," she asked piteously, "that you are goingto Molokai?"

"Not for weeks yet, Dolly. Much remains tobe arranged here."

"To the lepers?"

"Only for a year or two." He saw the sufferingin her face and bent over her with affectionatehumor. "I must go somewhere for a while,Dolly. You understand, don't you?"

She shook the tears from her long lashes."You need not tell me. Robert, you will nevercome back."

He laughed tenderly. "My heart is divided,Dolly. Part of it is here with you who love me; part of it, you know, is with her. If I come back,I shall find you here. If I do not come back, Ishall find her THERE."

In a distant ocean and amid the vastness of asolitude of waters the winter sun shines warm upona windward cliff. From the face of this giganticshape, rising half a mile into the air, springs atapestry of living green, prodigal with blossomsand overhanging at intervals a field of flowers.

On the heights of the crumbling peak the wildgoat browses in cool and leafy groves. In itsgrassy chimneys rabbits crouch with listening ears, and on the sheer face of the precipice a squirrelhalts upon a dizzy vine. Above its crest aseabird poises in a majesty of flight, and in the bluedistance a ship sails into a cloudless sky. Thisis Molokai.

At the foot of the mountain the morning sunstrikes upon a lowland, thrust like a tongue offire into the cooling sea, and where the lava meetsthe wave, breakers beat restlessly.