The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1922-04-10
conanued From our 80 Issue
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Continued From Our Last Issue
Extraordinary the Intensity OF
his searching, suspicious stare!
Hard stud old man Sabre thought
Dab II; does he suppose I've got
designs on the girl?" He would
have returned an impatient ans
ger had he not been so anxious on
the Perches' behalf. Instead he
aid pleasantly, "of course she's
not, Mr.. Bright. Mrs. Perch Is q
very old friend Of mine and a very
simple and kind old lady. There'lI
BE only herself for Effie to meet
Aud she'll make a daughter oil
herr
Nothing Of the pentration abat-
ed from the deep-set eyes, nor
M any expression OF thanks
fromthe stern, pursed mouth: "I'll
take M girl over and see for my,
sell; Mr. Sabre.
Surly, stupid old man! However
poor young Perch! Poor old Mrs
Rercftl The very thing, II only II
Would come off.
~ came of. Sabre went up to
Puncher's Farm on the evening OF
the day Mrs. Bright. ITO SEQ for
himself, had called with Effie,
Young Perch greeted him delight.
edly in the doorway and clasned
his hand In gratitude. Its all
right. It's fixed. She's coming.
cnlld see she took 10 the girl from
the start.
by Joye. you can't think how
grateful / am to you. Sabre"
CHAPTER v
This frightful war! On his brain
Ike 9 weight. On his heart like a
pressing hand.
Blowing about the streets, in
the newspapers and at meetings,
tnathe mouths OF many, and in the
eyeslof most, was the new popular
question, Why aren't you in
khald2n The subject OF age. al
ways shrouded in a seemly and
decorous modesty, was suddenly
ripped out OF Its prudish cover
ings.
That was in the third month OF
the war. But by June, fe15, the
position on these little points had
hardened. In June, why aren't
YOU in khaki" was blowing about
the streets. Certain men avoided
one another. And In June young
Harold Joined up. Sabre greeted
the news with very great warmth.
aBy JoYe. I'm glad. Well done,
Harold, That's splendid. jolly
good luck to you"
Later In the morning Twynlng
came in. His air struck Sabre az
being deliberately aggressive.
We'll. Harold's gone" he said.
"Yes, I'm jolly glad for the
boys sake. I was Just congratu-
fating him. I think it's splendid
ofshim."
Twyning breathed. heavily
through his nose. Splendid? Hur!
Well, he's gone now and l hope
you're satisfied"
Sabre turned in his chair and
duestioned Twyning with pucker.
ed brows. Satisfied? What on
earth. do you mean-satisfied?"
You. always thought he ought
TO 80. My boy saw it.'
You're talking nonsense. I've
never 50 much as mentioned the
subject to Harold"
Twyning always retracted when
Sabre showed signs OF becoming
reused, "Ah. well, what does Il
matter7 He's gone now. You wait
till you've got a son then you'll
think differently, perhaps. You
don't know what my boy means to
me- He's everything In the world
70 me. got him In here so as to
have him with me and now this
cursed wars taken him. You
dons know what he is. my boy
Harold. He,s:a better man than
his father. I'll tell you that. He's
aigoodf Christian boy. He's never
had bad thought" or said a bad
word
Not very long after this Incl,
dent occurred another incident. In
ito obvious aspect 1t was also re-
latedEto the why aren't you in
khaki7" question: Sabre :appre.
handed In IT'S different hearing,
One moring he stepped sudden.
. from his own room into Mr..
Fortunes in quest OF a reference.
rwyning and Mr.. Fortune were
seated together In deep converse.
tcn. They were-yery. often thus
seated, Sabre had noticed, AT his
entry their conversation abruptly