Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1922-03-27
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TO take Mark Sabre at the age of
-thirty-four, and in he year 1912,
and at the place Penny Green is. to
nccessitate looking back a little
owards the time of his marriage IN
1904, but happens to find him in
good light for observation. Encoun +.
teling him hereabouts, one who had
shared school days with him at his
preparatory school SO much as
twenty-four years back would have
found matter for recognition.
A usefplly gaTulous person, one
Hapgood "a solicitor, found much.
Whom do you think met yester--
day? Old Sabre! You remember old
Sabre at old Wickamotc's Yes,
that's the chap. Used to call him
Puzzlehead, remember? Because he
used to screw up his forehead over
things old Wickamote or any of the
other masters said and sort of draw.
out, "Well, don't see that, sir
Yes, rather! And then that
other expression of his. Just the
opposite. When old Wickamote OF
some one had landed him, or all of
us, with some dashed punishment.
and we were gassing about it, used
to screw up his nut in the same way
and say, well, what does he mean,
you ass?' and he'd start gassing some
rot till someone said, Good lord,
fancy sticking up for masterp And
old Puzzlehead would say, 'You
slckening fool, Pm not sticking up
for him. Pm only saying he's right
from how he looks at it and it's no
good saying he's wrong .. Ha!
Funny days Yes, met him
yes, in his office | saw him
He's in good business down there at
+Tidborough. Dashed good. Fortune,
East and Sabre . +. Never heard
of them? All, well, that shows you're
not a pillar of the Church, old son.
II you took the faintest interest in
your particular place of worship, or
IN any Anglican place of worship,
you'd know that whenever you want
anything for the Church from
hymn book or hassock or a pew to
pulpit or screen or a Spire you go
to Fortune, East and Sabre, It'd
borough. Similarly in the scholastic
line, anything from birch rod to
desk-Fortune, East and Sabre, by
return and the best. No, they're the
great, the great church and school
furnishing people.
Married? Oh, yes, he's married.
Has been some time, believe, though
they've no kids. ! had lunch at his
place one time | was down Tid-
borough way. Now there's a place
you ought to go to paint one OF
your pictUres-where he lives
Penny Green. Picturesque, quaint
If ever place was =.
eyes, you go down there and have
look, with your sketch book. Old
Sabrell love to see you His
wife? Oh, very nice, distinctly
nice. Pretty woman, very. Some
how | didn't think quite the sort of
woman for old Puzzlehead. Didu't
appear to have the remotest interest
in any of the things he was keen
about and he seemed bit fed with
her sort of talk. Hers was all gossip
all about the people there and
what rum crowd they were. Devil
ish funny, ] thought, some of her
stories. But old Sabre-wel, sup
pose he'd heard 'em before. Still,
there was something something
about two of them. You know
that sort of--sort of stiffish feeling
you sometimes feel in the air with
two people who don't quite click"
CHAPTER II.
Thus by easy means of the garru-
lous Hapgood, appear persons, places,
institutions; lives, homes, activities;
the web and the tangle and the amen
tiles of minute fragment Of human
existence. Life An. odd business
Into life we come, mysteriously ar
rived, and are set on our feet. and
on we go; functioning more or less
ineffectively, passing through permut-
ations and combinations; meeting the
successive events, shocks, surprises
of hours, days, years; becoming en-
quilted, submerged, foundered by
them; all of us on the same adven-
ture yet retaining nevertheless each
his own individuality, as swimmers
carrying each his undetachable bur
den through dark. enormous and cav
ernous seas. Mysterious journey.
Uncharted, unknown and finally
but there is no fnalityi Mysterious
and stunning scquel-not end--to the
mysterious and tremendous adven-
ture! Finally, of this portion, death,
disappearance-gone! Astounding
Development Odd affair! Myster-
ious and battling conundrum to be
mixed up in! Lifei
Come to this pair, Mark Sabre and
his wife, Mabel, at Penny Green, and
have look at thin mixed up in
this odd and mysterious business of
life.
II
Penny Green picturesque, quaint
if ever place was" in garrulous Mr..
Hapgood's Words-iieS in a shallow