New Britain herald., 1922-04-10
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Continued From Our Last Issue Extraordinary the intensity Of his searching, suspicious stare. Hard, stupid old man, Sabre thought, ''Dash 1t. does he suppose I've got de- signs on the girlo" He would have i returned an impatient answer had he I not been 80 anxious on the Perches' l behalf. Instead he said pleasantly, "Of course she's not, Mir. Bright Mrs, Perch Is very old friend of mine and a very simple and kind old lady, | There'll be only herself for Fife to | meet, And she'll make a daughter | of her"
 Nothing of the penetration abatod \ from the deep-set eyes, nor came any \ expression of thanks from the stern, E pursed mouth. I'll take my girl \ over and see for myself, Mir Sabre" {" E Surely, stupid old man. However, ' poor young Perch, Poor old Mrs. | Ferch The very thing, if only it < would come off.
 ' It came off. Sabre went up to IA Puncher's Farm on the evening of the Y day Mr. Bright, "to see for himself" /"
 had called with Fife. Young Perch Y greeted him delightedly in the door way and clasped his hand in grati-
 tude. It's all right, It's fixed. She's coming. I could see she took to the girl from the start
 By jove, you cant think how
 grateful l am to you, Sabre" N CHAPTER V.
 This frightful war; On his brain
 like q weight. On his heart like a Epressng 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, R"Why aren't you in khaki?" The
 subject of age, always shrouded in a seemly and docorous modesty was
 suddenly ripped out of it's prudish
 coverings.
 That was the third month of the
 war. But by June, 1915, the posi-
 tion on these little points had hard
 Iened' In June, Why aren't you in Ekhaki?" was blowing about the Sstreets. Certain men avoided one an tother. And in June young Harold Ejoined up. Sabre greeted the news Ewith very great warmth. By iove, I'm glad. Well done, Harold. That's lspendid Jolly good luck to you" II Later in the morning Twyning came in. His air struck Sabre as being deliberately aggressive. Well, liar bod's gone," he said.
 Yes, I'm jolly glad for the boys ssake. l was just congratulating him. M think it's splendid of him. lE Twynng breathed heavily through l shis nose. Splendid? Hur. We'll Ines gone now and I hope you're sat- sisf1ed"
 Il Sabre turned in his chair and ques- tioned Twyning with puckered brows Satisfied? What on earth do you smean-satiHtied?
 \ Ego. My boy saw It."
 H 'You're talking nonsense. Eve | snever so much as mentioned the sub H fject to Harold.'
 H TWyning always retracted when Sa-
 ,bre showed signs of becoming reused. Ir'Ah, well, what does it matter? He's
 sgone now. You wait till you've a
 gson, then you'll think di Ycrently, per
 shaps. You don't know what my boy lmeans to me. He's everything in the
 world to me. l got him in here so
 Eas to have him with me and now |lHhis cursed wars taken him. You Mont know what he is. my boy Har- |lsold. He's q better man than his II Eathcr, I'll tell you that. He's good |I Ikhristian boy He's never had a bad II Thought or said a bad word.' |N Not very long after this incident Occurred another incident. In it's ob- kious aspect it was also related to |IEhc Why aren't you in khaki?' lhuestion; Sabre apprehended in it a Eslifferent bearing.
 lF One morning he stepped suddenly From his own room into Mr. For Eune'S in quest of a reference. Twyn- Eng and Mr. Fortune were seated to- Eether in deep conversation. They sWere very often thus seated. Sabre had noticed. At his entry their con versation abruptly ceased; and this