Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-04-11
Ea1 xrtr TO-DAY

IN the summer bt 1914 Mark Sabre
fnds that he is estranged from human
sole exception of Lady Mona Tybar. an
Ga sweetheart, now %unhappily married.
Saore,s prosaic and spobbish wife. Ma
poetic and whimsical temperament. In
business he is. undermined by jealous as
sociates in the firm Of Fortune, East and
Sabre and a promised partnership is d.
point. Nona's life with Tyybar is intoler-
able and she asks Sabre to take her
away. War is declared and Sabre rushes
G 70 $ seepre a commission; He speaks to
Tor a commission on o of heart
trouble Sabre finds a companion, one
IMie Bright, for the mother Of a friend
or his who has Joined the army.
Sabre again offered himself for enlist
ment and was rejected. Writes Nona
Mrs. Perch. the aged woman for whom
Sabre has secured Isfrie as a companion,
dies.
Sabre did not know now over
wrought he was until he was at home
again and come to Mabel seated at
breakfast.
Mabel looked up from her break
fast. WELL l dc think
This was the beginning of it. He
felt himself digging his nails into
the palms Of his hands. I've been
up with old Mrs. Perch! I was with
her when she died. It's upset me a
Bit"
II don't wonder. If You ask me, l
think it was very extraordinary your
being there. If you ask me, I think
it was very funny Of that Miss Bright
sending for you at that hour of the
night. Whyever should she send for
you Of all people?"
Il was their greatest friend"
Yes, I know you always liked
them. But you couldn't be Of any
use. must say I do think people
are very funny sometimes. II Miss
Bright had done the right thing, as
We are their nearest neighbors, she
would have sent II asked ME if I
could let n of the maids 60. over and
be with her. Then you could have
gone up, too, if you'd wished and
could have come back again. l don't
think she had any right to send for
you"
He had sat down and was about to
pour himself out some tea. He put
down the teapot and got Up. "I1ook
here, do me a favor. They're dead.
both of them. Don't say anything
moro about them. Don't mention
the subject again. For Gods sake"
He went out of the house and got
his bicycle and set out for the office.
AT the top of the Green he passed
young Pinnock, the son Of Pinnock's
stores Some patch Of color about
young Pinnock caught his eye. The
color a a vivid red crown on a
Khaki brassard on the young mans
arm. The badge Of the recruits en-
scheme. He dismbunted. "Hullo, Pin
mock. How o N earth did you get
that armlet? l thought you'd been
rejected about forty times?"I
i Young Pinnock grinned hugely.
Don't matter If you've got both feet
in. or head and shoulders neither,
over at Chovensbury today. Mr..
Sabre. There's such a rush of chaps
to get in before they make conscripts
through"
Sabre turned his front wheel to the
~Chovensbury road. ~
CHAPTER VIII
I.
Life, when 1t takes 30 giant 4, hand
in its puppet show as to upturn a
cauldron OF world wal upon the pup-
pets, may be imagined biting It's fin
gers in some chagrin at the little re-
suit in particular instances. Al vege-
tation beneath snow, 10 Individual de-
velopment beneath universal calamity.
Nature persists; Individual life per-
sistR.
Sabre was called up in his Derby
Class within eight weeks Oh his en-
rollment-at the end Of February,
1915. He vas nearly two years in
the war; but his ultimate encounter
with life awaited him. and was met.
at Penny Green. 1t might have been
reached precisely as it was reached.
without agency OF the war, certainly
without participation IN 1t. or the
interval only those few events uhil,
mately mattered which had connec-N
ton with his life at home. They
seemed in the night Of the war tran
sient as falling stars: they proved