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"Leave that to me. At the worst, Peggy knows the way, and she is really a very punctual little girl."
They had walked but a few paces, when an automobile, moving along the sands, came abreast of them and stopped. The driver, its sole occupant, leaned out.
"Beg pardon," he said removing his hat, "but I fear one of you ladies is rather indisposed. Anything I can do for you?"
"Indeed you can," replied Mrs. Sansone very promptly. "This lady is suffering from nausea. The earthquake is something new to her. You would do us a great favor by bringing us to the railroad station."
"Favor! It will be an immense pleasure to me." As he spoke the young man jumped out, threw open the door of the tonneau, and, hat in hand, helped the two women in. He was rather a striking personality, thin almost to emaciation, and despite the smile now upon his features, with a face melancholy to the point of pathos.
"Los Angeles," he remarked as he seated himself at the wheel, "would be the most perfect place in the world if the earth hereabouts would only keep sober. If I had my way," he continued, in a voice only less pathetic than his countenance, "I'd give the earth the pledge for life. It's a perfect country when it's sober."
Mrs. Sansone laughed.
"Even at that," continued the melancholy man, allowing himself the indulgence of a slight smile, "what does it amount to, a little bit of an earthquake like that? It is merely a fly in the amber."
"I agree with you absolutely," said Mrs. Sansone.
"Which means you're a native. That other lady--"
"Mrs. Barbara Vernon," interpolated Mrs. Sansone.
"Thank you, glad to meet you, ma'am," said the stranger, turning his head and smiling ungrudgingly. "You, I take it, don't see it as we do. Instead of a fly in the amber, you regard it rather as a shark in a swimming pool."
"It is very kind of you," said Barbara, "to go out of your way for me. I can't tell you how I appreciate your goodness. I shall pray for you."
The driver's face changed from melancholy to reverence.
"Please remember that," he said. As he spoke he thought of the great Thackeray's great words on the preciousness of living on in the heart of one good woman.
Had Barbara been his own mother he could not have been more attentive. He helped her from the car, placed her in her section, and furtively slipping a dollar into the porter's responsive fist, got that functionary into a state of useful and eager activity which would have filled, had he seen it, the Pullman superintendent's heart with wild delight.
"Can't I get you a physician, Mrs. Vernon?" pleaded the stranger.
"I need none, thank you. You have done infinitely more than I had any right to expect."
"Well, then, I am going to leave you in the hands of this lady--"
"Mrs. Estelle Sansone," supplied the owner of that name.
"Thank you, Mrs. Sansone. I am glad to know your name. And," he continued, turning upon Barbara the most melancholy eyes she had ever seen, while taking reverently her proffered hand, "I beg you, Mrs. Vernon, to remember me in--in--to remember me as you said."
"Indeed and indeed I will. God bless you!"
"Amen," answered the young man thickly. His face twitched, he paused as though about to speak, and then suddenly turned and left the car.
"Isn't he strange!" ejaculated Barbara. "I never saw a more melancholy face."
"He is very strange," assented Mrs. Sansone.
There was a depth of meaning in her words, unsuspected by Barbara, for the kind Italian woman had recognized the good Samaritan. This melancholy man was, in her estimation, the greatest screen comedian in the world.
"And," continued Barbara, when the porter had placed a second pillow under her head, "with all his melancholy, he is so kind and so good!"
"I don't understand," commented the Italian. Again the depth of this remark was lost upon Barbara. For Mrs. Sansone knew much of the gossip concerning the great comedian. She knew that he had figured in many episodes which, to say the least, were anything but savory. And now she had met the man in a few intimate moments and seen him kind, gentle, gracious, and with a reverence for a good woman and a good woman's prayers that had filled her with a feeling akin to awe. As she ministered lovingly to Barbara she meditated upon these opposing truths, and so meditating took a new lesson in the school of experience, a lesson the fruits of which are wisdom.
"I am anxious about my boy," said Barbara opening her eyes and endeavoring vainly to sit up.
Mrs. Sansone threw a quick glance about the car. Her gaze rested presently upon an elderly woman whose face was eminently kindly. She was every inch a matron. Mrs. Estelle Sansone stepped over to her.
"Pardon me," she said, "but the lady over there is quite ill, and she is worrying about her little boy, who should have been back by this time. I don't like to leave her alone while I go in search--"
"And," broke in the other, "you want some one to take your place? I thank you for asking me. I've been a widow for nearly fourteen years, and since my husband's death I have worked as nurse in the Northwestern Railroad's emergency ward in Chicago."
"Why, I couldn't have made a better choice," cried Mrs. Sansone.
"It's my first real pleasure trip--mine and my daughter's--since my widowhood," continued the woman, "but the pleasures of travel are as nothing compared with waiting on any good woman in distress."
The introductions were quickly made, and Mrs. Sansone left the car, feeling that Barbara was in hands better far than her own.
She looked about the station. The clock indicated that in about five minutes the train would start. Mrs. Sansone grew anxious. She hurried along the platform, looking eagerly on every side for some sign of the children. A glance towards the beach rewarded her searching. Peggy, her hair streaming in the wind, was running towards her. Mrs. Sansone's heart sank. Where was the boy? A sense of calamity seized her. She too ran to meet the child.
"Oh, mother, mother!" cried Peggy, throwing her arms about Mrs. Sansone and bursting into a new agony of grief.
"Dearest," crooned Mrs. Sansone, raising the child to her bosom, "tell me! What has become of Bobby?"
"Oh, mother! I am afraid!"
"Tell the truth, darling. No matter what--it is your mother who listens. She will understand; she will not scold."
"Bobby is drowned!"
"Oh, blessed Mary!" cried Mrs. Sansone, restoring Peggy to the sands and clasping her hands in dismay. "I can't believe it! Tell me, dear, how it happened."
"Bobby was wading, and he was trying to be obedient. He got out too far, and I reminded him of his promise to his mother. And he said he was going to keep his promise. And just while he was talking to me a big roller came on him--you see, his back was turned--and that roller knocked him down and pulled him out, and when I looked--"
Here Peggy fell to weeping again.
"What, dear? Tell me quick."
"He was gone."
"And were there none around to go to his help?"
"We were alone."
"And did you call for help?"
"No, mother. I just ran away."
"And you said nothing, dearest?"
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