to　make　a　Grand　Opera　show　of　her　wedding。
  And　as　Arkwright；　too；　very　much　disapproved
  of　the　church…wedding　idea；　the　two　were　married
  in　the　Annex　living…room　at　noon　on　the　fifteenth
  as　originally　planned；　in　spite　of　Mrs。　Kate
  Hartwell's　letter。
  It　was　soon　after　the　wedding　that　Bertram
  told　Billy　he　wished　she　would　sit　for　him　with
  Bertram；　Jr。
  ‘‘I　want　to　try　my　hand　at　you　both　together；''
  he　coaxed。
  ‘‘Why；　of　course；　if　you　like；　dear；''　agreed
  Billy；　promptly；　‘‘though　I　think　Baby　is　just
  as　nice；　and　even　nicer；　alone。''
  Once　again　all　over　Bertram's　studio　began
  to　appear　sketches　of　Billy；　this　time　a　glorified；
  tender　Billy；　with　the　wonderful　mother…love　in
  her　eyes。　　Then；　after　several　sketches　of　trial
  poses；　Bertram　began　his　picture　of　Billy　and
  the　baby　together。
  Even　now　Bertram　was　not　sure　of　his　work。
  He　knew　that　he　could　not　yet　paint　with　his　old
  freedom　and　ease；　he　knew　that　his　stroke　was
  not　so　sure；　so　untrammeled。　　But　he　knew；　too；
  that　he　had　gained　wonderfully；　during　the　summer；
  and　that　he　was　gaining　now；　every　day。
  To　Billy　he　said　nothing　of　all　this。　　Even　to
  himself　he　scarcely　put　his　hope　into　words；　but　in
  his　heart　he　knew　that　what　he　was　really　painting
  his　‘‘Mother　and　Child''　picture　for　was　the
  Bohemian　Ten　Club　Exhibition　in　Marchif
  he　could　but　put　upon　canvas　the　vision　that　was
  spurring　him　on。
  And　so　Bertram　worked　all　through　those
  short　winter　days；　not　always　upon　the　one　picture；
  of　course；　but　upon　some　picture　or　sketch
  that　would　help　to　give　his　still　uncertain　left
  hand　the　skill　that　had　belonged　to　its　mate。
  And　always；　cheering；　encouraging；　insisting　on
  victory；　was　Billy；　so　that　even　had　Bertram
  been　tempted；　sometimes；　to　give　up；　he　could
  not　have　done　soand　faced　Billy's　grieved；
  disappointed　eyes。　　And　when　at　last　his　work
  was　completed；　and　the　pictured　mother　and
  child　in　all　their　marvelous　life　and　beauty　seemed
  ready　to　step　from　the　canvas；　Billy　drew　a　long
  ecstatic　breath。
  ‘‘Oh；　Bertram；　it　_is_；　it　is　the　best　work　you
  have　ever　done。''　　Billy　was　looking　at　the　baby。
  Always　she　had　ignored　herself　as　part　of　the
  picture。　　‘‘And　won't　it　be　fine　for　the　Exhibition！''
  Bertram's　hand　tightened　on　the　chair…back
  in　front　of　him。　　For　a　moment　he　could　not
  speak。　　Then；　a　bit　huskily；　he　asked：
  ‘‘Would　you　darerisk　it？''
  ‘‘Risk　it！　　Why；　Bertram　Henshaw；　I've
  meant　that　picture　for　the　Exhibition　from　the
  very　firstonly　I　never　dreamed　you　could　get
  it　so　perfectly　lovely。　　_Now_　what　do　you　say
  about　Baby　being　nicer　than　any　old　‘Face　of　a
  Girl'　that　you　ever　did？''　she　triumphed。
  And　Bertram；　who；　even　to　himself；　had　not
  dared　whisper　the　word　exhibition；　gave　a　tremulous
  laugh　that　was　almost　a　sob；　so　overwhelming
  was　his　sudden　realization　of　what　faith　and
  confidence　had　meant　to　Billy；　his　wife。
  If　there　was　still　a　lingering　doubt　in　Bertram's
  mind；　it　must　have　been　dispelled　in　less　than
  an　hour　after　the　Bohemian　Ten　Club　Exhibition
  flung　open　its　doors　on　its　opening　night。　　Once
  again　Bertram　found　his　picture　the　cynosure
  of　all　admiring　eyes；　and　himself　the　center　of　an
  enthusiastic　group　of　friends　and　fellow…artists
  who　vied　with　each　other　in　hearty　words　of
  congratulation。　　And　when；　later；　the　feared　critics；
  whose　names　and　opinions　counted　for　so　much
  in　his　world；　had　their　say　in　the　daily　press　and
  weekly　reviews；　Bertram　knew　how　surely　indeed
  he　had　won。　　And　when　he　read　that　‘‘Henshaw's
  work　shows　now　a　peculiar　strength；　a　sort　of
  reserve　power；　as　it　were；　which；　beautiful　as　was
  his　former　work；　it　never　showed　before；''　he
  smiled　grimly；　and　said　to　Billy：
  ‘‘I　suppose；　now；　that　was　the　fighting　I　did
  with　my　good　left　hand；　eh；　dear？''
  But　there　was　yet　one　more　drop　that　was　to
  make　Bertram's　cup　of　joy　brim　to　overflowing。
  It　came　just　one　month　after　the　Exhibition　in　the
  shape　of　a　terse　dozen　words　from　the　doctor。
  Bertram　fairly　flew　home　that　day。　　He　had　no
  consciousness　of　any　means　of　locomotion。　　He
  thought　he　was　going　to　tell　his　wife　at　once　his
  great　good　news；　but　when　he　saw　her；　speech
  suddenly　fled；　and　all　that　he　could　do　was　to
  draw　her　closely　to　him　with　his　left　arm　and　hide
  his　face。
  ‘‘Why；　Bertram；　dearest；　whatwhat　is　it？''
  stammered　the　thoroughly　frightened　Billy。
  ‘‘Has　anything…happened？''
  ‘‘No；　noyesyes；　everything　has　happened。
  I　mean；　it's　going　to　happen；''　choked
  the　man。　　‘‘Billy；　that　old　chap　says　that　I'm
  going　to　have　my　arm　again。　　Think　of　itmy
  good　right　arm　that　I've　lost　so　long！''
  ‘‘_Oh；　Bertram！_''　breathed　Billy。　　And　she；　too；
  fell　to　sobbing。
  Later；　when　speech　was　more　coherent；　she
  faltered：
  ‘‘Well；　anyway；　it　doesn't　make　any　difference
  _how_　many　beautiful　pictures　you　p…paint；　after
  this；　Bertram；　I　_can't_　be　prouder　of　any　than　I
  am　of　the　one　your　lleft　hand　did。''
  ‘‘Oh；　but　I　have　you　to　thank　for　all　that；
  dear。''
  ‘‘No；　you　haven't；''　disputed　Billy；　blinking
  teary　eyes；　‘‘but''　she　paused；　then　went　on
  spiritedly；　‘‘but；　anyhow；　II　don't　believe
  any　onenot　even　Katecan　say　_now_　that
  that　I've　been　a　hindrance　to　you　in　your　c…career！''
  ‘‘Hindrance！''　scoffed　Bertram；　in　a　tone　that
  left　no　room　for　doubt；　and　with　a　kiss　that　left
  even　less；　if　possible。
  Billy；　for　still　another　minute；　was　silent；　then；
  with　a　wistfulness　that　was　half　playful；　half
  serious；　she　sighed：
  ‘‘Bertram；　I　believe　being　married　is　something
  like　clocks；　you　know；　'specially　at　the
  first。''
  ‘‘Clocks；　dear？''
  ‘‘Yes。　　I　was　out　to　Aunt　Hannah's　to…day。
  She　was　fussing　with　her　clockthe　one　that
  strikes　half　an　hour　aheadand　I　saw　all　those
  quantities　of　wheels；　little　and　big；　that　have　to
  go　just　so；　with　all　the　little　cogs　fitting　into　all
  the　other　little　cogs　just　exactly　right。　　Well；
  that's　like　marriage。　　See？　　There's　such　a　lot
  of　little　cogs　in　everyday　life　that　have　to　be
  fitted　so　they'll　run　smoothlythat　have　to　be
  adjusted；　'specially　at　the　first。''
  ‘‘Oh；　Billy；　what　an　idea！''
  ‘‘But　it's　so；　really；　Bertram。　　Anyhow；　I
  know　my　cogs　were　always　getting　out　of　place
  at　the　first；''　laughed　Billy。　　‘‘And　I　was　like
  Aunt　Hannah's　clock；　too；　always　going　off　half
  an　hour　ahead　of　time。　　And　maybe　I　shall　be　so
  again；　sometimes。　　But；　Bertram；''her　voice
  shook　a　little‘‘if　you'll　just　look　at　my　face
  you'll　see　that　I　tell　the　right　time　there；　just　as
  Aunt　Hannah's　clock　does。　　I'm　sure；　always；
  I'll　tell　the　right　time　there；　even　if　I　do　go　off
  half　an　hour　ahead！''
  ‘‘As　if　I　didn't　know　that；''　answered
  Bertram；　very　low　and　tenderly。　　‘‘Besides；　I　reckon
  I　have　some　cogs　of　my　own　that　need　adjusting！''
  End