Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-03-30

was n look thai a been in them
when he had tried to explain to Mr..
Fortune about the books, what MIR.
Fortune had confessed he found a
little beyond him. He thought: The
books or course Fortune hasn't
imagined them y. seen them grow
7: But it hurts. Like hell it
hurts . And I can't explain to
him how l feel about them -.
can't explain to any one"
His thoughts moved on: 1--WE beer
twelve years with him. Twelve years
we've been daily together, and when
! said that about the books I sat
there and he sat therc-and just
looked. Stared at each other like
masks. Masks! I sit behind my
mask and he sits behind his and
that's all we see. Twelve mortal
years! And there're thousands of
people in thousands Of offices
thousands of homes . . just the
same. All behind masks. Mysterious
business. Extraordinary"
He thought: All looking for some.
thing You can see it in half the
Love? But lots have love. Happi.
ness? But aren't lots happy? But
are they?"
lie knitted his brows: TT goes
deeper than that. It's some uni
versal. thing that's wanting. Is i,
something that religion ought to give.
but doesn't. Light? Some new
light to give every one certainty in
religion. in belief. Light?"
His thoughts went to Mabel.
Upon a sudden impulse he looked
At his watch. Only just after twelve.
He could get back in time for lunch.
/ 1nnolv for hnv -Nu,y nfkAr 49,. 49,
left as he had left her that morning,
They could have a jolly afternoon o.
gcther. He could make it a jolly aft.
ernoon. Mona kept coming into\his
thoughts-and lnore so after this
TWyning business. He would have
Mabel in his thoughts.
He went in and told Mr.. Fortune
he rather thought Of taking the att
crnoon off if he was not wanted. He
mounted his bicycle and rode u
posefully back to Mabel.
CHAPTER III.
Anything for me, Pirrip?" Sabre
asked the postman as he arrived a,
Penny Greens.
"One. Mr.. Sabre"
Sabre took the letter and glanced
at the handwriting.
It was from Mona.
Her small, neat, masculine script
bad once been as familiar to him az
his own. Mt was c%uriously like his
own. She had the same trick of moi
linking all the letters in "a word.
II glanced at it. regarded it for
slightly longer than d glance, and
with a little. pucker Of brows and
lips, then made the action Of putting
II 3 InnnanoH In hi, -4,f,~x -,
rested the bicycle against his hip and
opened her letter.
Northrepps. Tuesday" She
never dated her letters. He used to
be always telling her about that.
Tuesday was yesterday.
Dear Marko-We're back. We've
been from China to Peru-almost.
Come up one day and he bored about
It. HOW are you? Mona.
He thought: Funny she didn't
mention she'd written just now. Per-
maps thought it was funny /
didn't say I'd had it. I must tell
her" -
He returned her letter to its envel-
ope and put the envelope in his
pocket. Then he wheeled his bicycle
into his gate. He smiled. mabel
VIII be surprised at me back like
this"
Mabel was descending the stairs as
he entered the hall. In the white
dress she wore she made a pleasant
picture against the broad. shallow
stairway and the dark paneilng. But
pleased to see him. But he though,
why should she be? That's just it.
That's why I've come back
"Hullo 2" h greeted him. Have
you forgotten s~omethfne?"