Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-04-10
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your handkerchief to keep, Mona.
Something Of your own to keep:
There will BIZ strength in it for me
70 help me hold on to the rest-to
believe # II WINTER cQmes-Can
Spring be far behind?'" .
She t0uched MR. handkerchief TO
her lins and gave 1t to him.
Nv.
Sabre had always thought Bright
Mrs. Perch. He wrote long letters
to Young Perch, telling him how
much more than wonderful Bright
Bftie was. Effie mothered MS.
Perch and managed her and humnr-
ed her in q way that not even Young
Perch himself could have bettered.
Marvellous Effie! Sabre used TO
think: and of course it was, because
her astounding fund of humor was
based upon her all-embracing capac-
ity for love. Sabre liked immensely
the half-whispered talks with her
while Mrs. Perch doxed in her chair.
Enfie was always happy
One evening he, asked her a most
extraordinary question, shots u of
him without intending it, discharged
out of his questioning thoughts as by
2 hidden spring suddenly touched by
cropping fingers.
''Effie, do you love God?"
Her surprise seemed to him. to be
more ut the thing he had asked than
at its amazing unexpectedness and
amazing ir%relevancy. why, of course
I do, Mr.. Sabre"
"Why do your
She said in simple wenderment, as
one asked what had the u to do
with light, or whether water was wet,
why, God is love.''
Iie stared at her.
".
The second Christmas of the war
came. The evening before the last
day OF the Old Year was to have
given Sabre q rare pleasure to which
lie had been immensely looking for
ward. He was to have spent it Will
MIR. Fargus. The old chess and acros-
tic. evenings hardly ever happened
now 1t was to have been a reaI
long evening"; but it proved not very
long.
At ten o'clock profound gymnastics
word beginning with e and ending
with l were interrupted by the entry
of the maid "Please, Mr.. Sabre, ]
think it's for you. Mr.. Sabre"
"Fpr me? Who on earthly
He opened it: He did not recog.
nize the writing on the envelope. H.
"Freddie's killed. Please do come
at m ] think she's dying.-E. b.
CHAPTER VII.
He was alone in the room whers
Mrs. Perch lay-not even Efie. Ope
o'clock. This war!
The doctor had been and was COM
ihg again in the morning. There was
nothing to be done, he had had; jusl
watch her.
Watch her? How long had he been
standing at the foot of the huge bed
the biggest bed he had ever seen-
and what was there to watch? "Sink-
the doctor had said. In proc.
ess here before his eyes, but not to be
seen by tnem, awful and mysterious
things. Death with practiced fingers
about his awful and mysterious SUR.
gerry of separating the spi.it from thf
c~Orr4ptible from the corruptible.:
But Young Perch was dead. Young
Perch was killed. 1t was real. HI
was here. This var!
He felt very cold. He moved from,
the bed and replenished the fire anG
erouched beside it.
There was some strange sound ir
the room. He had dozed in a chair
Some strange sound, or had he i'm.
agined it? He sat up tensely and
listened. 1t was her breathing, q
harsh aud labored sound. He stepped
quickly to the bed and looked anG
then ran into the passage and called
loudly, "Effie! Enie!"
Frightening, terrible, agonizing. He
was kneeling on one side Of the bed
Effie at the other. The extreme mo.
ment was come to her that lay be.
tween them. She was moaning. HI
bowed his face into his hands. The