South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1922-04-03
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After eight years of married life.
MARK SABRE comes TO realize that
he is neither understood by his
prosaic and snobbish wife,
MABEL. nor by his colleagues in
the firm OF Fortune, East and
Sabre. A promised partnership in
the business has been denied him
and promised 10
TWYNING. d jealous associate.
Suddenly an old sweetheart,
MONA, now the wife Of the dashing
LORD TYBAR. returns after two
years of travel. Mabel becomes
jealous of Mona who visits sabre
at his office. Something makes
Sabre suspect that Mona is not
happily married. She says she IS
Just drifting, flotsam."
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She said swiftly. as though she
were stirred. "Oh, Mako. yes that's
mysterious. Do you know some
times I've seen drift like that. and
i've felt-Oh, l don't know. But I've
put out a stick and drawn in a piece
Of wood just as the stuff was moving
off, just 10 save it being carried away
inro-well, iIfo that. you know.
Have you, Nona?"
She answered. DO you think that's
whar life is. Marko?'
It's not unlike" he said. And he
added, Except about someone com
ing along with a stick and drawing a
bit into safety. I'm not sure about
that. Perhaps that's what We're all
looking for"
He suddenly realized that he was
back precisely at the thoughts his
mind had taken up on the morning
he had met her. But with a degree
more of illumination. Two feelings
came into his mind. the second hard
upOn the other and overriding il, as
fierce horseman might catch and
override one pursued. He said, It's
rather jolly to have someone that
can see ideas like that" And then
the overriding. and he said with
astonishing roughness. But you
you aren't fotsaml How can you be
fotsam-the life Weaken"
And 10. if he had struck her, and
she been bound, defenseless. and
with her eyes entreating not to be
struck again, she could not deeper
have entreated him than in the
glance she deeted from her eyes, the
culver of her lids that first released,
then yelled it.
1t stopped his words. It caught
his throat.
He got up quickly. Il say, Mona,
never mind about thinking. I'll tell
you what's been doing. Rotten. Hap
poned just after / met you the other
day"
The dust on these roads!" she
said She touched her eyes with her
handkerchief. What, Marko?"
We'll. old Fortune promised to
take me into partnership about an
age ago"
"Marko, he ought to have done it
an age ago. What's there rotten
about that?" Her voice and her ain
were as gay as when she had
entered
The rotten thing is that he's
turned it down. At least practically
has. He" He told her Of the
TWyning and Fortune incident.
pretty rotten of old Fortune. don't
You Think"
"Old fiendl" said Mona. "Old trout"
Sabre laughed. Good work, trout.
The men here all say he's like a
whale. They call him JONAH" and
he told her why
she laughed gaily. Mako! How
disgusting you are! But I'm sorry
/ am. Poor old Mako OF course
it doesn't matter a horse-radish
what an old trout like that thinks
about your work, but it does matter,
doesn't it? l know how you feel.
She was at the shelves, scanning
the books Her fond, her almost
tender sympathy made him, too, feel
that it was rather fine. Her light
words in her high clear tone voiced
exactly his feelings towards the
books. Talking with her was, in the
reception and return of his thoughts.
nearer to reading a b ook that de-
lighted him than 10 anything else
with which he could compare it.
There was the same interchange OF
ideas, not necessarily expressed; the
same creation and play of fancy.
imagined, not stated.
".
She sat briskly forward in the big
armchair in which she faced him.
making of the motion a movement
as though throwing aside a turn the
conversation had taken. well, go
on. Mako. I'm not going TO let you
stop talking yet. I love that about
how people get success nowadays.
It's jolly true. 1 never thought Of it
before. Yes, you're still a terribly
th.rky person. Mako. Go on. Think
some more. Out loud"
aressing-drawing him on-just
as OF old
He said thoughtfully. Il tell you a
th.ng I often think a lot about,
Mona. You being here like this puts