Part 20 (2/2)

”Your husband told me over the 'phone that you were unconscious.”

”She fainted,” cried Kirk. ”It was all through me. I-----”

The doctor took him by the shoulders. He had to stretch to do it.

”You go away, young man,” he said. ”Take a walk round the block. You aren't on in this scene.”

Kirk was waiting in the hall when he left a few minutes later.

”Well?” he said anxiously.

”Well?” said the little doctor.

”Is she all right? There's nothing wrong, is there?”

The doctor grinned a friendly grin.

”On the contrary,” he said. ”You ought to be very pleased.”

”What do you mean?”

”It's quite a commonplace occurrence, though I suppose it will seem like a miracle to you. But, believe me, it has happened before. If it hadn't, you and I wouldn't be here now.”

Kirk looked at him in utter astonishment. His words seemed meaningless.

And then, suddenly, he understood, and his heart seemed to stand still.

”You don't mean-----” he said huskily.

”Yes, I do,” said the doctor. ”Good-bye, my boy. I've got to hurry off.

You caught me just as I was starting for the hospital.”

Kirk went back to the studio, his mind in a whirl. Ruth was lying on the couch. She looked up as the door opened. He came quickly to her side.

”Ruth!” he muttered.

Her eyes were s.h.i.+ning with a wonderful light of joy. She drew his head down and kissed him.

”Oh, Kirk,” she whispered. ”I'm happy. I'm happy. I've wanted this so.”

He could not speak. He sat on the edge of the couch and looked at her.

She had been wonderful to him before. She was a thousand times more wonderful now.

Chapter VIII

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