Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-04-13
Synopsis.
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In the summer or 1914 Mari Sabre
nnds that he Is estranged from human
sympathy. and understanding with the
old sweetheart, now unhappily married.
Sabre's prosaic and snobbish wife. Ma
bel. fails to understand her husbands
poetic and whimsical temperament. In
sociates in the firm Of Fortune. East and
Sabre and a promised partnership is d.
ver1ed from him to Twyning. At this
point, Nona,s life with Tybar is intoler-
away Wal is declared and Sabre rushes
to secure a commission. He speaks to
Colonel ,Rattray of the Pinks. Rejected
for a Commission on account of heart
trouble Sabre finds a companion, one
Enie Bright, for the mother of a friend
Of his who has Joined the army.
Sabre again offered himself for enlist
mont and was rejected. Writes Mona.
Mrs. Perch, the aged for whom
Sabre has secured Enie as a companion,
dies.
Sabre is called for service, goes to
France. Mabel secures Enie as COM
Mabel gets rid Of Erie. Sabre pack to
France and is injured. Discharged from
service.
Continued From Our Last Issue.
'I1e 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 vas good for the old world, and
suited the old, world. and 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 a new revela-
ton in terms of the new worlds IN
6arof0 n n IN VNn yo-A 0j~ht 1j-IA1
CHAPTER II.
Continued Hapgood: *
"All right. That was two months
ago. Last week I was down at It'd
borough again. Some sort of q
clerk was in the shop as 1 went in.
Mr.. Sabre upstairs, eh?',I asked. NO.
No, MI. Sabre's not--nqt 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 I
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.
l said in my CHEEKY way. 'Hullo, Mr..
Bright. Good morning. I was lust
inquiring for Mr.. Sabre
by Jove. / thought for a minute
the old patriarch vas going to heave
the tables of stone at my head. He
caught up the book in both his hands
and gave a 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
Well, I'd ha' let him tell me any
old thing. That was what I was
there for. But he shut himself up
with a kind OF gasp and cannoned
himself into his tabernacle under the
stairs. l 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.
had rather a neglected ap-
pearance, or blind still down some
where or something. I don't know.
Something. And what made me con-
scious OF 1t was that / was kept q
long time waiting after I'd runx the
bell. In fact. l had to ring twice.
Well, | suppose I'd been expecting to
see n Of sabre's couple Of Jinkses.
as he calls them, and pom my soul j
quite startled when the door
opened and 1t wasn't one Of them at
all, but a very different pair Of shoes.
S~oN0 IA - A0Nt l.NSl.
dressed just IN some ordinary SORT Of
clothes; I don't know. uncommon
pretty, or might have been II she
hadn't looked SO u~ncofnronlr|
and-this was what knocked me
carrying a baby.
IT don't know. why L should have
imagined she was the kia s ,mOtnsr.
but I did. I don't know why 1
have expected q wedding ring,
but I did. And there wasn't one.
'.She was looking At me decidedly a.
n she were frightened. No. no., Mr..
sAbre's not gone away. He's here.
Are You a friend Of his?"
FL smile at her. Well. + used to
be- I 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-
lr~aordinary. Her voice was az ssafd1
~ e face. ] stepDsd IN. Pom my
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