New Britain herald., 1922-04-22
Continued From Our Last Issue

lie stopped his swinging arm, hold - lIIng his hand above the flames, "He
 hat dwelleth in love dwellcth in God ind God in him; for God Ia love" lie
 opened ms llngrrs, and the orumplcd ttler Tell and was consumed He pushed himself up from the mantel- piece and turned and went over to wynlne and stood over him again. fie palted Twyping's hcaying shoul-
 lers' There, there, Twynlng. Bad uck' Bad luck, Hard, Hard. Bear llp, Twyning, Soldiers death 4 finest death Died for his coun-
 " - Fine boy Soldiers
 icath Bad luck, Bad luck
 TWyning, inartculate pushed up
 his hand and felt for Sabrc's hand
 nd cutchcd it and squeezed 1t con
 usiNely.
 Sabre said again. "rherc, there, Twyning Hard. Hard, Fine death Brave boy-<# '" He disen- Faged his hand and turned and | walked very slowly from the room. He went along the passage. past | Hr. Fortunes door towards that which had been his own, still walk ng very slowly and with his hand
 gainst the wall 10 steady himself He cit deathly ill He went into his own room, un- ntered by him for many months, now | is own room no more, and dropped eaVily into the familiar chair at the Ia If l, Il Hong the desk and laid his head upon hem. Oh, cumulative touch, He pegan to be shaken with onsets of
 motion, as with sobs. Oh, cumulative ouch!
 The communicating door opened H md Mir. Fortune appeared. He stared It Sabre in astoundcd indignation.
 Sabre. You here, must say--I must H dn1it--"
 Sabre clutched up his dry and ter ible sobbng. He turned swiftly to fr. Fortune and put his hands on the
 rms of the chair to rise.
 A curious look came upon his face, ie said. T say, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. II Fl cant get up.'
 Mir. Fortune boomcd, Cant get
 D."
 T say-No. l cay, think some lhing's happened to me ' can't get | D."
 The door opened. Hapgood came in, nd Mona
 Sabre said, T say, Hapgood-N Mona. I say. Mona, think some hings happened to mo. l cant get | D."
 A change came over his face. He ollapsed back in the chair. "Marko. Marko."
 She who thus cried ran forward i nd threw herself on her knees be- i idle him, her hands stretched up to i'm.
 Hapgood turned furiously C1 Mr. ! 'ortune. Co for a doctor. Go like | ell, Sabre. Sabre, old man. |
 "Hemorrhagc on the brain, said l he doctor. "4 Well, if there's 0 more etfusion of blood. You quite 1 nderstand me. l say if there isn't
 Has he been through any kind ! f strain?'
 "Trouble,' said Hapgood. Strain les been in hell-right in.'
 When he was removed any they ad left him, Mona said to Hapgood ! they came down the steps of the founty Hospital. There was q thing was so fond Of, Mir Hapgood: :
 0 Wind, [ ' ter comes, can Spring be far | ,ehind?
 it comes to me now. There must e turning now. If he dies pill, turning
 CHAPTER VIII | Hapgood across the coffee cups, he liqueur glasses and the cigarets, Jagged a solemn head at that friend f his, newly returned from long Hsit to America. He wagEed a blemn head:
 She's got her divorce, that wife of lis I've told you in my letters how he |ent on after that collapse, that brain 1 told you we got Or. bond Give on to him. Give was a Fieni of that Lady Tybar She was nth Sabre all the time Pretty well kery day I'd look in. Every day Or bond Cliye would come. Time and gain we'd stand around the bed, we watching. Tmrenetrab blc and &tra ordinary business. There was his ody, alive, breathing. His mind, h'3 onsciousness, his ego, his self his Fhatever you like to call it--not here. Away. Absent. Not in that lace.