Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-04-21
Continued From Our Last Issue.

Continued From Our Last Issue.
He stopped his swinging arms. hold
ing his hand above the flames. He
that 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 mantel-
Twyning and stood over him again,
He patted Twyning's heaving shout
ders. There, there, ,Twynfng. Bad
luck luck. Hard. Hard. Hard. Bear
up, Twyning. Soldiers death 49,.
Finest death. Died for his .coun
try Bad luck. Bad luck, ivy
Twyning. inarticulate. pushed up
his hand and felt for Sabre's hand
and clutched it and squeezed it con-
vulsively.
Sabre said again. There. there,
Twyning. Hard. Hard. Fine death
!. =. Brave boy -" He olsen
gagged his hand from the room.
He went along the passage, past
Mr.. Fortunes door towards thai
which had been his own. still walk
ing very slowly and with his hand
against the wall to steady himself.
He felt deathly i'll
He went into his own room. un-
entered by him for many months,
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,
cumulative touch!
The communicating door opened
and MI. Fortune appeared. He stared
at Sabre in astounded indignation.
Sabre! You here!I must say-I must
admit" T.
Sabre clutched up his dry and ter
rible sobbing. He turned swiftly ia
Mr.. Fortune and put his hands on
the arms of the chair to rise.
A curious look came upon his face.
He said, II say, I'm sorry. I'm
sorry. IL can't get up" r..
Mr.. Fortune doomed. Cant get
up!"
II say-No. I say. I think some
things happened to me. I can't gel
up.",
The door opened, Hapgood-Nona
Mona! I say. Mona, T think some
things happened to me. I can't get
up" 80
A change came over his face. He
collapsed back in the chair. .
l"Marko! Marko!" ! TX
She who thus cried ran forward
and threw herself on her knees be-
side him, her hands stretched up to
him.
Hapsood turned furiously on Mr..
Fortune. go for a doctor! Go like
hell! sabre! Sabre, oldiman!"
"Hemorrhage on the BRAIN" said
the doctor. "... . Well. IL there's
no more '~effuston Of blood. You quite
! understand me. / say--if there ism,
Has he been through any kind
OF strain?"
Trouble" said Hap<ood. Strain
He's been in hell-right in"
When he was removed and they
had left him, Mona said to Hapgood
as they came down the steps Of the
he was Ro fond of, Mr.. Hapgood:
.. 20 Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be fal
= behind?
1T comes to me now. There mus
be; a turning now. II he dies
still, a turning"
y CHAPTER VIII.
I.
Hapgood across the coffee Guns.
the ltnueur glasses and the ciearets
,wagged q solemn head, at that friend
of his. newly returned from q lone
Wit to America. He wassed "a SOL
eiln head:
She's got her divorce, that wife OF
N"I've told you in my letters how he
went on after that collapse, that
Ybfain hemorrhase. I told you We got
lOrmond Give on to him. Give WA
a friend Of that Lady Tyber. She
was with Sabre all the time. Pretty
well every day I'd. look in. Every
day Ormond Give would come. Time
and asain we'd stand around the bed.
VIZ 3three--watchinK. sImpenetrable
and, extraordinary bustneas! There
Nss his body. alive. breathing His
mind his consciousness. his ego, his
self, his whatever you Ike to cali IT.
not there. Away. Absent. Moth
that place.
Yesterday ormond Give aafd H.
bre might be cautiously approaehed
about thtnga. Der three weeks past