Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1922-04-14
Gloai ASAHuTcHiNeoN

= Continued From Our Last Issue
He said to me, 'Hapgood, the
remedy's the old remedy. The old
God. But it's more than that. It's
Light: more light. The old revela-
tion was good for the old world, and
suited the old world, apd told in
terms of the old worlds understand
ing. Mystical for ages stepped in the
mystical; poetic for minds receptive
of nothing beyond story and allegory
and parable. We want new reve-
lation in terms of the new world S
understanding We want light light !!
CHAPTER IL
Continued Hapgood:
''All right. That was two months
ago. Last week | was down at It'd
borough again. Some sort of a clerk
was in the shop as | went in. Mr..
Sabre upstairs, eh?' l asked. No.
No, Mr.. Sabre's not not here says
my gentleman, with rather an odd
look at me.
What the devil did he mean? Just
then | caught sight of an old bird |
knew slightly coming down the stairs
with a book under his arm. Old chap
called Bright Looked rather like
Moses coming down the mountain
with the Tables of Stone in his fist.
said in my CHEEKY way, 'Hullo, Mr..
Bright. Good morning. | was just
inquiring for Mr.. Sabre
by Jove, thought for minute
the old patriarch was going to heaye
the tables of stone at my head. He
caught up the book in both his hands
an gave sort of choke and blazed at
me out Of his eyes
Let me tell you, sir, this is no
place to inquire after Mr.. SABRE"
said he, Let me tell you
We'll I'd ha' let him tell me any
old thing. That was what | was
there for. But he shut himself up
with kind of gasp and cannoned
himself into his tabernacle under the
stairs. thought I'd push out to
Penny Green and see old Sabre my
self.
You can imagine me, old man,
tripping up the path of Sabre's house.
House had rather a neglected ap-
pearance, l thought. Door knob not
polished, or blind still down some
where or something. l don't know.
Something. And what made me con-
scious of it was that was kept a
long time waiting after I'd rung the
bell. In fact, had to ring twice.
Well, | suppose I'd been expecting to
see on of Sabre's .coupel of Junksies',
as he calls them, and pom my soul L
was quite startled when. the door
opened and it wasn't one of them at
all, but very different pair of shoes.
1T was young woman; ladylike,
dressed just in some ordinary sort of
colthes; | don't know; uncommonly
pretty or might have been if she
hadn't looked SO uncommonly sad;
and-this was what knocked me
carrying baby.
Il don't know why I should have
imagined she was the kids mother.
but did. l don't know why / should
have looked at her hands, but | did.
don't know why | should have ex-
pected a wedding ring, but did. And
there wasn't one.
"She was looking at me decidedly
as If she were frightened. No, no,
Mr.. Sabre's not gone away. He's
here. Are you a friend of his?'
Il smile at her. We'll, | used to
be- l said. She didn't smile. What
the dickens was up? My names Hap
good
" Perhaps you'd better come in.
You know, it was perfectly ex-
traordinary. Her voice was as sad
as her face. l stepped in. Pom my
soul, | began to feel creepy. Scalp
began to prick. Then suddenly there
was old Sabre at the head of the
stairs.
well he wasn't dead, anyway;
that was something to go on with. |
took his hand and said 'Hulo, Sabre.
How goes it, old man? Able to do
the stairs now, | see.'
Fine he said, shaking my hand.
Jolly nice of you. You'll stay bit,
of course He went bit along the
passage and called out, 'Effie, YOU
can scratch up bit of lunch for Mr..
Hapgood?'
II suppose she said yes. 'Lunch'll
be on in about two minutes, he came
back to me with.
Lied me into the morning room
and we sat down and pretended to
talk. Very poor pretence, ! give
you my word.