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Extraordinary the intensity of his
searching. suspicious stare! Hard
stupid old man. Sabre thought
designs on the girI?" He would
have returned an impatient answer
had he not been so anxious on the
Perches' behalf. Instead he said
pleasantly. "Of course she's not, Mr..
Bright. Mrs. Perch is a very old
friend of mine and a very simple and
kind old lady. There'll be only her
Aself for Effie to meet. And she'll
llmake a daughter of her"
4 Nothing of the penetration abated
n from the deep-set eyes. nor came
stern, pursed mouth. "I'1l take my
girl over and see for myself, Mr..
Sabre"
Surly, stupid old man! However,
poor young Perch. Poor old Mrs.
Perch! The very thing. if only 1t
would come off.
1t came off. Sabre went up to
Puncher's Farm on the evening of
the day Mr.. Bright, ito see for him.
Perch greeted him delightedly in the
doorway and clasped his hand in
gratitude. Its all right. It's fixed.
She's coming. l could see she took
10 the girl from the start.
by Jove. you can't think how
yrateful I am to you, Sabre"
CHAPTER v
This frightful war! On his brain
like a weight. On his heart lii a
pressing hand.
Blowing about the streets, in the
newspapers and at meetings, in the
mouths of many. and in the eyes of
most, was the new popular question,
why aren't you in khaki" The
subject of age. always shrouded in a
Ueemly and decorous modesty. was
suddenly ripped out of its prudish
coverings.
That was in the third month Of
the war. But by June. 1915. the
hardened. In June, why aren't you
IN khaki" was blowing about the
streets. Certain men avoided n
another. And in June young Harold
Joined up. Sabre greeted the news
with very great warmth. by Jove.
I'm glad. Well done, Harold. That's
l~-n.endid. jolly good luck to you"
.-ter in the morning Twyning
came in. His air stuck Sabre as
being deliberately aggressive. well,
Harold's gone,' he said.
u es, I'm jolly glad for the boys
sake. / was just congratulating him.
I think its splendid of him."
Twyning breathed heavily through
his nose. Splendid? Hur! Well,
he's gone now and 1 hope you're
satisfied"
Sabre turned in his chair and ques-
toned Twyning \ with puckered
brows. Satisfied? What on earth
do you mean-satisfied?"
you always thought he ought to
go. My boy saw it,"
You're talking nonsense. I've
never so much as mentioned the sub
ject to Harold"
Twyning always retracted when
Sabre showed signs of becoming
reused. "Ah, well. what does it mat
ter? He's gone now. You wait till
you've got a son, then you'll think
differently. perhaps. You don't know
what my boys means to me. He's
everything in the world to me. j got
him in here so as to hav him with
me and now this cursed wars taken
him. You don't know what he is,
my boy Harold. He's a better man
than his father. I'll tell you that.
He's a good Christian boy. He's
never had a bad thought or said a
bad word"
Not very long after this incident
occurred another incident. In its OBJ
vious aspect it was also related to
the why aren't you in khaki?"
question:: Sabre a~pprehended in its a
different bearing.
One morning he stepped suddenly
from his own room into Mr.. For
tunes in quest of a reference. Twyn-
Ing and Mr.. Fortune were seated to-
gether in deep conversation. They
were often thus seated, Sabre had
noticed. At his entry their con-
versation abruptly ceased; and this
also vas not new.