New Britain herald., 1922-04-17

they won't look at them, they won't think Of them, they won't speak of them: they mean well
 "Old Sabre put his head in his hands. He might have been praying. With that he went back to all that stuff I told you he told me when l was down with him last month. He said. his face all pink under his skin, he said, Hapgood, I've got the secret. I've got the key to the riddle that's
 been puzzling me all my life. Light,
 more light Here it is: God is-love.
 Not this, that, nor the other that the
 intelligence revolts at, and puts aside,
 and goes away, and goes on hunger
 ing, hungering and unsatisfed; noth- ing like that; but just this; plain for Ia child clear as daylight for grown
 intelligence: God is-love. Listen to
 this, Hapgood: He that dweleth in
 love dweleth in God and God in him:
 for God is love-" Ecstasy, Hapgood,
 ecstasy.
 "Whon I saw him again was about
 three o'clock, and l walked right into the middle of the development that has pretty well let the roof down on him.
 He was in the lobby. No one else there. Only man who'd just been speaking to him and who left him and went out as l came in.
 Sabre had two papers in his hands. He was staring at them and you'd ha' thought from his face he was staring at a ghost. They were divorce papers. The citation and petition papers that have tried to be served personally. Divorce papers. His wife had instituted divorce proceedings against him. Naming the girl, Fife.
 Yes, you can whistle. He was knocked out. I got him up to his room. It was pretty awful. He sat on the bed with the papers in his hand, gibbering. Just gibbering. Was his wife mad? Was she crazy? He to be guilty of a thing like that? He capable of a beasty think like that? A vile. hideous, sordid intrigue with a girl employed in his own house? Fife! His wife to believe that? An unspeakable, beastly thing like that? He tried to show me with his finger the words on the paper. His finger shaking all over the thing. Hapgood, Hapgood, do you see this vile, obscene word here? I guilty of that? My wife, Mabel, think me capable of that? Aduterer! Adulterer! My God, my God, adulterer! The word makes me sick. The very word is like poison in my mouth. And I am to swallow it. It is to be me, my name, my title, my brand. Adulterer! Adulterer"
 q tell you, old man l tell you **
 "I managed to get him talking about the practical side of it, That is I managed to make him listen while I talked.
 Next morning-that's this morn ing, you understandable was a little more normal able to realize things a bit, l mean: in panic fever to be off and state at the Registrars that he was going to defend the action; but normal enough for me to see it was all right for him to go straight on home immediately after and tell the ETH WnaL Slle 1ldl to uO anu dll lndl I told him. by the way, that it would pretty well have to come out now, who the child's father was: the girl would practically have to give up in the end to clear him. You know, l told him that in the cab going along down. He ground his teeth over it. It was horrible to hear him. He said he'd kill th> chap if he could ever discover him; eround his teeth and said he'd kill him, now-l after this.
 well, he got through his business about twelve-Then a thing happened. l Can't think now what it meant. We were waiting for cab near the Law Courts. A cab was just pulling in ] when a man came out and touched Sabre and said, MT. Sabre?' Sabre l said Yes and the chap said very i ,ivilly, Might l speak to you a minute l ir?" 1
 Suddenly someone showed past me .nd there was old Sabre getting into