The Bismarck tribune., 1922-04-17
(continuedtfro our Last lssue)

Continued from our; Last lssue)
Extraordinary the intensity of his
searching, suspicious stare! Hard,
stupid old man, Sabre thought. dash
it, does he suppose I've got designs
on the girl HE would !, have re-
turned an impatient answer had he
not BEEN soy. anxious onrthe 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.
rheiell be only herself for Effie to
meet And She'll mlaketta daughter Of
her" 2lL@!1 ~
Nothing Of the penetration abated
fnm the &C dssgsst syss n9r ca sane any
pursed mouth. '''Ill take my girl
over and see for myself, Mr.. Sabre
Surly, stupid old man! However.
r.oor young Perch! The very thing, if
only it would come off. $#
1t came off, Sabre went ZIP to
Puncher's Farm on the evening OF
the day Mr.. Bright, Ito see for him
self" had called with. Effie. Young
Perch greeted him ,delightedly in the
doorway and clasped his hand in
gratitude. ITS all right. It's fixed.
She's coming. ! could. see she took
to the girl from the start.
"By Jove, you can't think how
grateful am to you, Sabre"
CHAPTER V
.tI ! Is i
This frightful war! q On his brain
like a weight. On his! !sheart like a
pressing hand. R4
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 shrOuaed in a
seemly and decorous modesry, was
suddenly ripped out Of its prul:sc
coverings. .
That was the third month of the
war But by June, 1915, the position
on these little points had hardened.
In June, "Why aren't you in Khaki
was blowing about the streets Ger
tain men avoided one arlother. 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 splendid. jolly
good luck to you"
Later in the morning Twyning
came in His air struck Sabre as be-
ing deliberately aggressive. "Well
Harold's gone,' he said.
Yes, I'm jolly glad for the boys
sakc. was just congratulating him.
think it's splendid ,of him.
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 ques-
tened Twyning with puckered brows.
Satisfied? What on earth do you
mean-Sat:sfied?" M.
"Ycu always thought he ought to
go. Ny boy saw it."
! You're talking nonsense. I've
never so nl,e', as mentipned the sub
ject to Harold"
Twyning always rstracted when
Sabre showed signs Of becoming
reused "Ah, we'll, what does it mat
ter? He's gone now. You wait till
you've gos a son, then you'll think
differently, perhaps. You don't know
what my boy means to me. He's
everything in the world to me. got
him in here so as to have him with
me and now this cursed wars taken
him. You don't know what he is
my boy Harold. He's bs.ter man
th"n his father, I'll tell you that
He's a Good Christian boy. He's
never had a bad thought or said a
bad wcrd"
Not very long after this incident oc-
crrred another incident. In it's OBJ
virus aspect it was also related to
tt,. why aren't You, in khaki?'
se,"~rtior' s"h"> apprehended in it a
: different bearing.