The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1915-07-15

and that he would be a great architect
some day, but for heavens sake. et
cetera. ct cetera.
Joan vas not 30 pessimistic.
I'll help you with the plans, Erie"
she announced blissfully. We must
in every respect, Because, don't you
see, you I will live In II some day"
Eric held up his hands in horror.
Joan, Joanl DO o really think I'll
live In Corinth after I've got q good
start in the world7 DO you think I'd
bury myself and you here?"
It's q nice old place" h protested.
$50 Is the world a nice old place.
Wen go out and live In It somewhere"
but papa's building this house for
me-" she lamented. He looked glum.
TITS a deuce OF q dilemma. I
can't give YOU up and I won't give up
the commission"
ble?" she cried gaiIy. Father will live
In 1t for a and years. We can
spend some of our time with him,
Eric. We must. And, listenl I have
II. TaSu we're quite old we can close
1t in the winter and let 1t in he sum-
merl"
We must not forget Adam Carr. It
would not be fair to him, II we pause
but for q moment to consider his own
capacity for not forgetting. There were
months during which Eric heard moth
ing Of the man, then suddenly he
would appear, as IL from nowhere,
calmly to resume relations as II they
had separated no longer ago than the
night before. He would drop In on
the young man at his rooms In Cam
bridge, always without warning, but
never by any chance when he was
away OF when he had company there.
Or he would be sitting in the shade
OF the trees that surrounded old Jabez
Cars watch house above Todvtlle,
quite as II he always had been sitting
there, smoking a pipe with his father
and staring intently at the squirrels
that never quite got over being afraid
come upon Eric In a New York thor
oughfare, never saying "how-do-you
do" but always beginning a conver-
sation with some remark which fitted
In precisely with the thoughts that
were In the young mans mind at the
moment. It was uncanny, and yet
Eric never experienced q single SEN
sation OF uneasiness or repulsion.
Somehow, IL seemed to him that Adam
Carr was 30 much a part OF his own
existence that the was with him in
spirit al all times, no matter how
great the distance that separated their
bodies.
Once. just before commencement
day. Adam appeared on the campus. He
came up from behind an spoke to Eric,
who turned without surprise, as
though he had been aware Of his
presence all the time. You would
have thought he was continuing q
conversation that had not been divert
ed for a moment, much less by q lapse
Of five months or more.
II guess Horace has about given up
ANNA - TArI AwrAa NwnNn ..~ g.
be forgiven" he remarked. In the most
casual manner
Again. one night IN the Champs
Elysees, he came upon the young
American Unexpectedly.
Whats the news from Corinth?" he
asked, without preamble, speaking as
If from the darkness. Eric turned to
find his queer friend standing at his
elbow. idly gazing at the gaudy retintle
OF King Sasowith OF Cambodia, who
was returning, with all his wives and
concubines, from Pre- Catalin, where
he had been the unit OF attraction
since the sun went down.
This time, Eric conhded to the de-
tective that the situation was 'getting
on his nerves"
"pm so sorry for them that I've half
a mind to tell the truth, Mr.. Adam"
he said, in the cours Of conversation.
"Why, they're simply grieving their
hearts out. It would be the greatest
blessing in the world IL they knew
that he could never come back"
Adam chuckled. II suppose you think
old Horace would fall on your neck
and say thank you kindly, Ell? Well,
he wouldn't my boy. He'd see to It
that you fell on u own neck, after
a drop Of 1--WE or six feet. Be patient.
Before long I'll report to him that
Chetwynd is no more. 1t may interest
you to- know hat / drop Horace q line
occasionally to let him know that I'm
still on the lookout for his erring Off
spring. It's getting to be somewhat Of
a tax on me. writing these letters. I've
always hated to write letters. One Of
these days-soon, perhaps-Pn get so
tired OF II that I'll put an end to our
one-sided correspondence by announc-
ing that Chetwynd is dead. Jumped
overheard just as / was about to nab
him on a ship somewhere in the At
lantic. Body not recovered. See?
That will end 1t all. and Horace can
sleep In peace"
For heavens sake, do 1t soon,' Mr..
Adam" @e,a
"Pll think II over"
But not SO hard as Horace Blag-
den"
he is changed"
"Umph!" .t El