The Brownsville daily herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1897-1910, 1905-04-15
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week with my people III the country
A good deal can happen IN five years,
and we naturally had plenty to talk
about. But l tore myself away at
last with a promise to return for
August and settle myself in town IN
my old lodgings off ST. James street.
Apart from the various business
matters requiring my attention
my investments had not improved
during my absence, and it was nee
essary to cast my eye about for 9th
er securities-London at the mo-
ment appealed to me irresistibly.
There within the four mile radius
was massed the whole Of what l had
missed during my five years in re-
mote station In Burma-the Life,
the motion, the perpetual sense of
something going on, Of being IN
close proximity, if not In absolute
conflict, with the source Of current
mods of thought, of hearing the
ceaseless hum OF the wheels of civ
iEzation, the throb of actuality, Of
which not even the echoes had pene-
tnated to the squat white bungalow
on the banks of the Irawadi, where
the monotony had not been varied
by even so much as a moments
fighting, and one made up for saw
mo ones intellectual bv Overfeed-
ing ones physical instincts.
Once in town ] found myself
plunged into a vortex Of amusement.
There were old friends to be Cooked
up When Cooked up" they in
sisted on dinner, to be followed by
q theater CT music hall. Some Of the
men ! had done the town" with
1--WE wears before had got married.
[ had to make the acquaintance Of
their wives. Others who had been
married had been divorced. | had
10 forget that they had ever been
married.
One way and another | was so
busy that it was not till the end Of
a month that I remembered that !
had not seen Wetherby. He had al
ways been cone Of us" in the old
days at Oxford and elsewhere, pre-
pared for anything and everything,
and I could not make out how it
was that | had not already come
across him.
Z ooh, Wetherby," said Benson, the
stockbroker, when | asked him what
had happened to our old friend, we
never see Wetherby now He Is sup
posed to be in love For myself, |
believe he was just going to marry
a girl, and she died, with the result
that he has been brooding over her
death ever since.
Anyway, no one ever seems to
see him anywhere, though he's still
got the same old rooms in the tenn
pie. Go and look him up by all
means, but I don't suppose you'll be
able to see him, or, if you do, to get
anything out of him. As [ say, he
never seems to go out anywhere,
though, as you know he used to be
such a great ladies man."
with strong views as to the ideal
woman" / put in, remembering va
rious conversations we had had on
the subject
eyes" assented Benson, che was
ALWAYS great on the woman queS-
ton. talking about the perfect
type and all that sort of bosh- He
ALWAYS was bit of dreamer.
perhaps" 1 said maliciously,
"that may account for his never be
ING seen now. He may have found
this type and be keeping her to him
self.
perhaps" said Benson. How
ever. You 90 and see him You and
he used to be such terrific pals You
nav be able to get more out Of him
than we other fellows have been
able to dc"
"Wel, III go anyway" | said.
| went down TO the temple that
very night. Ny loud knock on the
outer door of his chambers brought
Wetherby himself to open 1t. 1t
struck me that he looked half con
fused, half annoyed, as if I had sur
prised him at a moment when he
was occupied with other matters and
resented intrusion. l wondered
whether, after all, the perfect type
theory was right.
l put my suspicion aside, how
ever, when, recognizing me at last
IN the semiobseurity Of the stair
case, he seized my hand and shook
it warmly. "My dear fellow" he
said, Il am delighted to see you.
When did you get back?" He over
whelmed me with questions as l fol-
lowed inside and pulled chair up
to the open window facing his own.