The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-06-17

simplest sentence. As he marked IL with many corrections the sun sank below the trees, long shadows were flung across the quadrangle, and in the school masters room the twilight deepened, so that only by the window was there any light. But there was enough for Henry Trant to see the face of tho man who spoke to him from the lawn.
 Can 1 have a little word with you, Trant if you will excuse me?"
 It was Jean de Marigny the French master, whom he disliked most among all his colleagues-a man with prurient mind and the instincts of spy and a sneak.
 Not now said Trant coldly. I'm extremely busy with lot of papers"
 You are always extremely busy my friend. Perhaps it would be bet ter for your happiness if you spared little time now and then to Isk about you"
 The man spoke with touch of insolence. His words seemed 10 sug- sest hidden meaning.
 Thanks said Trant. T will not ask your advice with regard to my happiness. Good eveninc."
 He had had many quarrels with this impertinent Frcnchman.
 Once it had been his unnleasant duty to report him to the Head for Q rather gross betrayal of trust. He mad threatened vengeance, with an air of meledrama.
 But noM he leant with his elbows on the window sill and smiled into the twilight ef the room.
 You are not a friend of mine. MT. Irant Me d9 not hit off, as the boys say in their slang. Neverthe- less, am sorry for you. l am sorry for all poor devils who love unfaith- I Know the tragedy of love which is betrayed"
 Henry Trant's face flushed with anger, but he restrained himself.
 VIII you be good enough to re moVc yourself from my window Q" he asked, in cold, hard voice. Other Wise l shall be compelled to close it.,
 Jean de Marigny laughed, as though amused by Trants leincss.
 You do not encourage me. But I Will tell you three little facts which may be of interest to you. on Mon day night last Miss Beryl Furndhy was in your brothers arms in the wood outside the playing fields. on Tuesday night your young brother Kissed her when he said good night in the sumner house of the tennis court. On Wednesday night they stood with clasped hands in the sF adoW of the great elms. It is now Thursday night. The good God may i only know what they are doing now l Why do l tell Nou these things? Be i cause Miss BerAl Furnaby, the little inSenue has broken my heart as she "ill now break yours. We have been l enemies, m sieur. but we shall bt i comrades in misfortune"
 He stood there with his arms or i the sill, his face peering through the open window with queer smile iT ] his dark eyes.
 Henry Trant stood up from his chair and took hold of a heavy brass ink pot, filled with the red ink with which he had been correcting Latin 1 prose.
 Go away he said hoarsely, "or l by the Lord I'll smash your face, liar that you arei"
 Jean de Marigny retreated abrupt lN. As his figure passed into the purple dusk of the quadrangle he ] Ia verile, quand meme.' Then he i laughed, and disappeared round the i angle of the school house.
 For some minutes Henry Tran stood quite still There was no sound in the room, except for the ticking i of clock and the mans quiet i breathing. Presently he stirred. with quick sigh, fumbled about for some matches, and lit the gas above his l desk. Then he sat down again to ht4 papers. His hand did not shake az he dipped his pen in the brass ink pot. But his face was as bright a> the paper beneath his hand, anj there were deep shadows beneath hi eyes. He looked older, more tired than when he had sat down to hi, Latin prose.
 Presently there was the c1ang of 2 big bell. The silvery resonance o1 it throbbed through the quietude of the old quadrangle. It was the sig nal for evening studies, answered by a scurry of feet by scampering forms like a legion of small ghosta ] hurrying into the blackness of tho l school buildings.
 Trant rose from hls chair again and took his gown from q peg OH the wall. As he it threw over hls | shoulders the door opened. and Au- brey. his brother, came In with Beryl Furnaby. The room, It by i only ono shaded lamp. was in half | darkness, so that their faces were vague as they stood there. Cant you chuck studies tonlght?"