The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1922-04-22
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He stopped his swinging arm,
holding his hand above the flames.
eHeithat dwelleth In love dwelleth
in God and God in him; for God Is
love- He opened his fingers and
the crumpled letter fell and was
consumed. He pushed himself UP
from the mantelpiece and turned
and went over to Twyning and
stood over him again. he patted
WINNINGS heaving shoulders.
There, there, Twynlng. Bad luck.
Bad luck. Hard. Hard. Bear UP,
Twynlng. Soldiers DEATH.
Finest death......Died for his
country...Fine boy......Soldicr'sI
death....Bad luck. Bad luck,
Twyning.....
Twyning, i~narticulate, pushed
up his hand and felt for Sabre's!
hand and clutched 1t and squeezed
II convulsiyely.
Sabre said again, There, there,
Twyning. Hard. Hard. Fine
death.....Brave boy.." He.
disengaged- his hand and turned
and walked very slowly from the
room.
He went along tho passage, past
MI. Fortunes door towards that
which had been his own, still
walking very slowly and with his
hand against the wall to steady
mmself. He felt deathly ill.,.
He went into his own room,
unentered by him for many
months, now his own room no
more, and dropped heavily into
the familiar chair at the familiar
desk. He put his arms out along
The desk and laid his head upon
them. oh, cumulative touch! He
began to be shaken with onsets Of
emotion, as with sobs. oh, cumu-
latiye touch!
The communicating door open
ed and Mr.. Fortune appeared. He
stared at Sabre in astounded in
dignatton! Sabre! You hero! I
must Ssay-I must admit"
Sabre clutched up his dry and
terrible sobbing. He turned swift
- to Mr.. Fortune and put his
hands on the arms OF the chair to
rise.
"a curious look came upon his
face. He said, "I say, I'm sorry.
sorry. IL can't get up"
Mr.. Fortune doomed. Cant
get up!n
II say-No. l say, l think
something's happened to me. I
can't get up"
The door opened. Hapsood
came In, and Mona
Sabre said, ~ say, Hapgood-
Nona-Nona! I say, Mona, I think
something's happened to me. I
can't get up"
a change came over his face.
he collapsed back in the chair.
"Marko! MarkoI"
She who thus cried ran forward
and threw herself on her knees
y beside him, her hands stretched up
TO him.
Hapgood turned turiously on
MT. Fortune. go for a doctor!
Go like hell. Sabre, Sabre, old
mani"
~sHemorrhage on the BRAIN"
said the doctor. "-..weIl. IL
there's no more effusion OF blood.
You quite understand me. I say
u there isn't....Has he been
through any kind OF a strain?"
Trouble" said Hapgood,
strain. He's bcen In hell-t4ght
in.nn
When he was removed and they
had left him, Mona said to Hap
good as they came down the steps
OF theeCounty Hospital, There
wasSa thing he was SO fond of, Mr..
Hapgoods
$40 Wind.
Winter comes, can Spring be
far behind?
comes to me now. There
mustsbe a turning now. II he dies
sstll, a turning"
CHAPTER VIII
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Hapgood across the coffee cups,
the liqueur glasses and the Gig
arets, wagged a solemn head at
that friend Of his, newly returned
from a long visit to America. He
Ragged a solemn head:
"she's got her divorce, that wife
spf his-.-
I've told you In my letters how
he went on after that collapse.
that brain hemorrhage. I told you
we got Ormond Give on TO him.
Give was a friend Of that Lady
Tybar. She was with Sabre all the
time. Pretty well every day I'd
look in. Every day ormond Give
would come. Time and again we'd
stand around the bed, we three