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Show I , Continued from Our Last sane Extraordinary the Intensity of hi earchlnp, suspicious stare! Sard stupid old m.tn. Pibr thought "Dash it. does he suppose I've got design i the Kinv" He would have returned an impatient answer had hs not be n xo anxious on the Perohes behalf, instead in-stead he Kaul pleasantly. "Of course not, Mr. Itright. Mrs. Perch IS B V6TJ obi friend of mine and n very simple land kind old lad) There'll be onlj herself for Effic to meet And she'll make ,i daughter of her." Nothing of the penetration abated from the deep-.m-t cyi-h, nor c:nne rin'. xpre.HMlon of thanks from the stern, pursed mouth I'll tnke my girl over and see for myself, Mr Sabre," Burly, stupid old hi ah However, poor young Porch' poor old Mrs Porch! The very thing, if only It would come of' It came off. Sabrn went up to Puncher's Farm on the evening of the day Mr. Hright, "to soc for him It had called with ESffie. Young Percli er eted hirii delightedly In the doorway, door-way, and rlanped Ms 1. ind in gratitude It's all right. It's fixed. She's com Ing I could see she took to the girl from the .stnrt "By Jove, you can't think how grate, ful I am to you, Rabre." CHAPTER V I This frightful nr' I n his brain like a weight I n Ms heart like a pressing hand Blowing about tho streets. In the newspapers and at meetings. In the i mouths of many, and In the eyes of most, was the no-w popular question. "Why aren't you in khaki?' The subject sub-ject of age, always shrouded in a seemly seem-ly and derorouH modesty, was suddenly sudden-ly ripped out of Us prudish coverings That wan In the third month of th-war. th-war. But by June, 1915, the position on these little points had hardened. In June, "Why nron't you in khaki?" was blowing about the streets. Certain men avoided one another And in Juno young Harold Joined up. Sabre greeted the news with very great warmth. "By Jove, I'm glad. Well done Harold. That's splendid JolU i i jel I lir-'W Id Oil " Later In the morning Twyning cam In HU air truck Sabre as being de-illbenUelv de-illbenUelv aggressive. 'Well Harold's I gone,' he said. Yes I'm Jolly glad for the hoy's Sake. I was just congratulating him. I think it's splendid Of him." Twyning bieathed heavily through his nose '"Splendid? Huh' Well, he's gono now and 1 hope you're satisfied." sat-isfied." Sabre turned In his chair and Questioned Ques-tioned Twyning with puckered brows "Satisfied. What on earth do you mean satisfied ?" "You always thought ho ought to go My boy saw It" You're talking nonsense I've nov-er nov-er so much as mentioned the subject to Harold.' Twyning alwas retracted when Satire Sa-tire showed signs of hemming roused "Ah, well, what does it matter" l!",j gone now. You wait till you've got a son, then you'll think differontiv perhaps. per-haps. You don't know what my boy means to me. He's everything In the world to me. I got him In here so OS to have him with mo and now this cursed wars taken him. YOu don't know what he is m boy Harold. He's a better man than his father, I'll tell you that He's a good Christian boy. He's nevei had a had thought or said a iwtd word.' Not ery long after this Incident oc-jcurred oc-jcurred another Incident In Its obvious obvi-ous aspect It was also related to the ''Why arent you in khukl'" question ISable apprehended In It a different j hearing ne morning he stopped suddenly from his own room into Mr Fortunes :ln queat of a reference Twyning and !.ir. Fortune were seated togethei In deep conversation. They were irery i often thus seated Sabre had noticed I At his entry, their conversation I abruptly ceased, nnd this also was not ' new Sabre went across to the filing cabinet cabi-net without speaking Mr. Fortune cleared his throat. "Ah, Sabre. "We were Just saying what a very deeply unfortunate thing it Is thnt none of us principals are of an age to do the right thing by the flrin by joining the army." "Yes, It Is a pity," Sabre added. "1m glad you agree. I knew yov Would. For myself, of course, I'm out j of tho riueistlon Twyning here is getting get-ting on for forty and Of course he's gien his son to the war. You of course ou're married, too, and then we are' It does, ;us you say, 6ecm a groat pliy " s-abre spoke ei-y slowl ." Most fur lous anger waa about to hurst when there had Suddenly eome to it.s control' the thought, 'These two an n't getting at you for any love of England, for am patriotic reason. Theirs Is anoth-j er reason. ' He said very slowly.. "I ' ne er told y ou. perhaps I ought to j I have told you at the time, that I wasi refused for the arm) some time ago." Twyning spun around from the bookca.se. Really? By Jove, and you, look fit enough, too, old man. Fancy Jolly sporting of you. Fancy Oh, I I ay. old man, do let's have a look at your paper if you've got It on you." Sabre was at his door. 1 What paper-'' 'Your rejection paper, old man 1 w n . er seen one " "I haven't got one. "Not got one! You must have, old' I man 1 Well, I havent, I wa.s seen private-' ly. I'm rather friendh 'with them up at the barracka." "Oh, yes, of course Wonder thev! dldn t give you a paper, though.' Sabre paused on the threshold. He perfectly well understood the villain-OUS villain-OUS implication. Vile, Intolerable! But r what service to take it up? II In August, the anniversary month of I the war, he again offered himself for enlistment, and wa again rejected. Kut, this time after a longer scrutiny; the standard was not at Its first height of perfection. He waa enormously cast down by his rejection. When he got back that, night ho went straight In to her. 'T av they've rejected mc. They won't have rue." His face was working. It's that cursed heart.' She slightly puckered her brows. 'Oh d' you know, for the, minute. I couldn't think what on earth ou were talking about Wore you rejected? Well I must say I'm glad " Ho yald flatly, "Why are you'" "Well, do Just lmaglno what you'd look like In private soldier's clothing:" She laughed very heartily again He turned away. CHAPTER VI I Up in his room ho began a long letter let-ter to Nona, pouring out to her all his feeling about this second rejection H I was writing 10 her and hearing from I her regularly nd frequently now. Itl waj his nnly vent lo 'he oppression of' heae frightful days. She said that it v.is her's, too. In her letters she always menilon-d menilon-d rony. She Wrote io Tony every day. "i sa. they've rejected me!" she told him; and there were a few of her letters but mentioned a parcel of ! BOim kind sent to her husband. Tony never wrote. j She once or twice said, without any omment. "But he Is Writing often to 'Mrs Stanley and Lady Grace Heddon and Sophie Basildon, "and I hear bits Of him from them and know ho Is keeping well of course I pretend to them that their news Is stale to me. I feel most frightfully that the best thing every woman can do In this frightful time is tn do all she can for I her man out there, and Tony's mine When this IS all o er oh, Marko. Is IK ever going to be over?--things will , hurt aguln, but while he's out there the old things are dead and Tony's mine and England's my man for England! thri1 'a m' thought; that is m pride, that Is my prayer." And a tea lines farther on, "nd he's so splendid f course von can I imagine how utterly splendid ho is. I Lady King-Warner, his colonel's wife, j told me yesterday her husband says I he's brave beyond anything she could (imagine. He said she's given me his i letter 'the men have picked up from i home thin story about angels at Mon.s I and are beginning to believe they saw 'them. Tybar says he hopes the angels I were near him. because he thought he 'was m hell, the particular bit he got Into, and he thinks It must lie good for angels, enlarging for their minds, to KnOW what he k like! As a matter of i fact, Tybar himself is neare) to the I superhuman than anything I saw knoi i- Ing alioui at Mini- I lis da ring and hl.s coolness and his example are a byword in a battalion composed, my dear with he solitary exception of the writer entirely of heroes. In sticky places Tybar is the most wonderful thing that ever happened.' I "Can't you imagine him, Marko?" II On the following day Tiborough. opening Its newspapers .shook hands With itself In all Its houses, shops and offl es on Its own special and most glorious . (' Lord Tybar Tybar's V C wus the first thing Sabre spoke of to Nona when, a fortnight fort-night later, she came down and he went up to her at Northrepps In the afternoon Its brilliant gallantry rendered ren-dered so vivid to him by the intimacy with which he could see that thrice attractive figure engaged In Its performance, per-formance, stlrn d him most deeply. He had by heart ever line of Its official record in the restrained language of the ,.'iz-tt- . . . The left flank of the position was insecure and the post, when taken OVer, was 111 prepared for defense . When the battalion was suffering very heavy casualties from :i 11mm field at very close range Captain Lord Tybar rushed forward under int'-ns-machine pun fire and succeeded in capturing the ?un single-handed after killing the entire crow . . . Lute", when repeated attacks developed, he controlled the defense ut the point threatened, giving personal assistance with revolver and bombs . . . Single-handed Single-handed he repulsed one bombing assault as-sault . . It was entirely owing to the gallant conduct of this officer that the situation was relieved . .. oh, rare and splendid spirit: Fortunes For-tunes darling thrice worthy of her dowry' (Continued In Our N'ejct Issue) |