Free trader-journal and Ottawa fair dealer. (Ottawa, Ill.) 1920-1927, 1922-03-31
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10 on WIN tne story.
Sabre uttered a single word. Good "
Twynine's face darkenod again and
darRencd worse. He spoke also bu.
a single word, Thanks" He turned
sharply on his heel ana went to the
door.
q say, Twyrfing!' Sabre Jumped 10
his feet and went to Twyning with od..
stretched hand Il didn't mean to
take it like that. Don't think I'm not
/ congratulate you Jolly good
Splendid. | tell you what-don't mind
telling yOu--it was q bit Of q gmaCn
in the eye for me for moment You
know, I've rather sweatcl over this
business glance indicated the stack
ed book shelves. the firms publica.
tions, his publications See
what | mean"
a certain movement in his throat
and about his mouth indicated, more
than his words, what he meant. 4
slight.
TwyninG, took the hand and Erippei
II with trmness characteristic of
his handshake
Thanks, old man Thanks awfully.
Of course ] know what you mean"
Outside the door he clenchod his
hands. He thought, Smack in the eve
for you, was it? You'll get a damn
sight worse smack in the eye one Of
these days. Dirty dog
H.
Immediately the door was closed
Sabre went what he would have
called plug in" to Mr.. Fortune: that
is to say. without hesitation and with.
out reflection.
i've just heard that you've told
-Twyning you're going to take him into
partnership"
The whalelike front gave a sudden
."1oap and CULVER precisely as if it Ia.
been struck by cricket ball. Mr.
Fortunes voice hardened very remark.
ably. AS to that. will permit my.
self two remarks In the first place
| consider it highly reprohensible of
Twyning to have communicated this
to volt
Sabre broke in. well. he didn1
] inferred it, 1t seems | inferred cor.
rCctly"
There flashed through Mr.. Fortunes
mind poigant regret that, Thu
being the case he had not denied it.
He said, Il am exceedingly glad to
hear it
Sabre despite his private feelings in
the matter, CharacteristicaIiy followed
this reasoning completely and said 50
Yes, that's you way of looking at it.
sir and ! don't say it isn't perfectly
sound-from your point of view
Mr., Fortune inclined his head sol
emmy; Il am obliged to you
Only other people look at things
on the face OF them, Just as they ap
pear You know-it's difficult to ex
press tive put my heart into those
books. can't quite explain it, but
felt that the slight, or what looks like
a slight, is on them, not on me" He
ruttlis hand to the back Of his head,
habit characteristic when he was en-
barrassed or perpleXed I'm afraid
can't quite express it, but it's the
books"
mo. | confess that is a little beyond
me-" said Mr.. Fortune. smoothing his
front; and they remained looking at
one another.
- 'uhNNtA anu biltFI iltIN llOdl'
sounded through the room. Mr.. For
tune spun himself with relief to his
desk and applied his lips to flexible
speaking tube
Sabre reused himself and stood up
abruptly. "Ah, well! All right sir,
Ill
Arrived again in his room. Sabre
dropped into his chairA In his eyes
was the look that had been in them
when he had tried to explain to Mr.
Fortune about the books, what Mr..
Fortune had confessed he found
little beyond him, He thought: The
books OF course Fortune
hasn't imagined them seen
them grow But it hurt. Like
hell it hurts And I can't ex-
plain to him how | feel about them
| can't exxplain to anyone"
His thoughts moved on: I've been
twelve years with him. Twelve years
we've been daily together, and when
! said that about the books | sat there
and he sat there-and just looked .
Stared at each other like masks.
Masks! sit behind my mask and he
sits behind his and that's all we see. I
Twelve mortal years! And there're
thousands of people in thousands of
offices thousands Of homes
just the same. All behind
masks. Mysterious business. Extraor-
binary"
He thought: "All looking for some
thing You can see it in half
the faces you see. Looking for what?
Love? But lots have love. HapYi-
ness? But aren't lots happy? Jut
are they?"
He knitted his brOws: ut goes
deeper than that. It's some uniyersal !
thing that's wanting. Is it something
that religion ought to give, but doesn't /