The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1922-04-25
Continued From Our Last Issue

ing his hand above the flames. 'IIe
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 push
ed himself up from the mantslriece
and turned and went over 10 1wyuing
and stood over him again. There, there
Twyning. Bad luck. Bad luck Hard
Hard. Bear up, Twyning. Soldiers
death-Finest death-Died for his coun-
try-Fine boy-Soldiers death-Bad
luck. Bad luck Twyning.
Twyning, inarticulate, pushed up his
hand and felt for Sabre's hand and
clutchcd it and squeezed it convlusive.
ly.
Sabre said again, There, there, Twyn.
ing. Hard. Hard. Fine death-Brave
boy" He disengaged his hand and
turned and walked very slowly from
the room.
He went along the passage, past Mr.
Fortunes door toward that which had
been his own, still walking very slowly
and with his hand against the wall to
steady himself. lie felt deathly i'll.
lie went into his own room, unen.
tered by him for many months, now
his own room no more, and dropped
heavily into the familiar chair at the
familiar desk lie 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 o9ened and
Mr.. Fortune appeared. He stared at
Sabre in astounded indignation. Sabre!
You herel ! must say-I must admit
Sabre clutched up his dry and terrible
sobbng. He turned swiftly to Mr.. For
tune and put his hands on the arms of
the chair to rise.
A curious look came upon his face.
He said, Il say. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
! can't get up"
Mr.. Fortune doomed Cant get up!"
L say-No, l say, l think some
things happened to me. l can't get
up
The door opened. Hapgood came in,
and Mona.
Sabre said, Il say, Hapgood-Nona,-
Mona! l say, Mona, l think something's
happened to me. can't get up"
A change came over his face. He
collapsed back into the chair.
"Marko, Markor'
She who thus cried ran forward and
threw herself on her knees beside him,
her hands stretched UP to him.
Hapgood turned furiously on Mr.
Fortune. GO for a doctor; Go like
hell, Sabre. Sabre, old mani"
"Hemorrhage on the BRAIN" said the
doctor. We'll, If there's no more ef-
fusion of blood. You quite understand
me. I say if there isn't.-Has he been
through any strain?"
Trouble" said Hapgood. "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 county hos
pital. There was a thing he was so
fond of, Mr.. Hapgood."
% Wind,
If winter comes, can spring be far be-
hind
1T comes to me now There must be
a turning now. If he dies-still, turn
ing"
CHAPTER VIII
Hapgood across the coffee cups. the
liqueur glasses and the cigarettes, wag.
ged solemn head at that friend OF
his, newly returned from a long visit
to America. He wagged solemn head:
1--WE told you in my letters how he
went on after that collaps, 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 Omond Give would
come. Time and again we'd stand
around the bed-we three-watching
Impenetrable and extraordinary busl
ness. There was his body. alive. breath
ing His mind. his consciousness, his
ego, his self, his whatever you like to
call it-not there. Away. Absent. Not
in that place.
Yesterday ormond Give said Sabre
might be cautiously approached about
things For three weeks past Gives
not let us-me or that Lady Tybar-
see him. Yesterday we were permitted
again; and took steps to be there first
You know you're wife's divorced you.
old manT lie said PAINFULLY, Yes,
know. / remember that
"of course II viii come back TO him
in time that the business hadn't hap.