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Sabre had a vision of dense crowds] | of bishops in lawn sleeves, duchesses | | in Gainsborough hats, and herds «c intensely fashionable applauding vigorously. He could al-| most hear the applause. But how to | deal with this man he never knew. He always felt he was about fourteen when Mr. Boom Bagshaw thus ad- dressed 'him. He therefore said, "Great!" and ' Mabel mugmured, | "How splendid!" VI1I1 But Sabre's thought was--and rank and McC shetsAToron 8. 1t file | & it re-1 { mained with him throughout the meal, | { acutely illustrated by the impressive monologues which Mr. Boom Bag- shaw addressed to Mabel, and by her | radiant responses -- his thought was, "I simply can't get on with this chap | --or with any of Mabel' s crowd. They all make me feel like a kid. I can't answer them when they talk. They say | ver can explain my ideas to them. never can argue my ideas with them. They've all got convictions and I be- lieve 1 haven't any convictions. I've | only got instincts and these convic- tions come down on instincts lik€ a hammer on an egg. : Mr. Boom Bagshaw was saying, ( "And we®shall have no poor in the Garden Home. No ugly streets. No mean surroundings. Uplift. Every-| where uplift." {| There slipped out fey here you are. That's the kind of | | thing." | Mr, Boom Bagshaw, as 1 of Sabre aloud, f to disclose | without fear precisely where he was, | dismantled from between them the | hedge of flowers which he had re-| placed and looked sukily across. "What kind of thing?' ' things I've got ideas @bout but I -- | | | | | | Sabre had a vision of himself ad- | vancing an egg for Mr. | hammer. | the Garden Home. Itn't there some-| Garden thing about the poor being always | was bright and interested. with us?" "Certainly there is." "In the Bible?" "In the Bible. Do you know to whom it was addressed?" Sabre admitted that he didn't. "To Judas Iscariot." (Smash | went the egg!) Sabre said feebly--he could not] 'always with us'--there you are. | you're going tg create a place where | life is going to be lived as it should be lived, 1 don't see how you're go- ing to shut. the poor out of it. Aren't they a part of life? They've got as {| much right to get away from mean streets and ugly surroundings as we | have--and a jolly sight more need. Always with us. tuppengg whom it was said to." "It happens," pronounced Mr. Boom Bagshaw, "to matter .a great deal more than tuppance. It happens to knock the bottom clean out of your argument. It was addressed to the Is cariot because the Iscariot was trying to do *just what you are trying to do. He was trying to make duty to the | poor an excuse for grudging service to Christ. Now, listen, Sabre. If peo- ple thought a little less about their duty towards the poor and a little more about their duty towards them- selves, they would be in a great deal fitter state to help their fellow crea- tues, poor of rich. That is what the Garden Home is to do for those who five in it, and that is what the Gar- den Home is going to do." He stabbed sharply with the butt of a dessert knife on the dessert plate which had just been placed before him. The plate split neatly into, two exact halves. He gazed at them Sulk- ily, pup. them aside, drew another plate before him, and remarked to Mabel: "You know we are moving into the vicarage tomorrow? We are giving an At Home tomorrow week. You will come." The plural 'pronoun included his mother. He was intensely celibate. IX p The day ended in a blazing row. In the afternoon Mr. Boom Bag- shaw carried off Mabel to view the progress of the Garden Home. While they dalied over coffee at the lunch- eon table, Sabre was fidgeting for Bagshaw to be gone. Mabel, operat- ing" dexterously behind the blue flame of a spirit lamp, Low Jinks hovering around in well-trained acolyte per- formances, said, "Now I rather pride myself on my Turkish coffee, Mr. Boom Bagshaw." Mr. Bagshaw, who appeared to pride himself at least as much on his char- acteristics, replied by sulkily looking at his watch; and a 'moment later by sulkily taking a cup, rather as if he were a schoolboy bidden to take le- monade when mannishly desirous of shandygaff, and sulkily remarking, "I must go." " Sabre fidgeted to see the words put into action. He wanted Bagshaw to be off. He wanted to resume his sudden intention of remedying his normal re- | lations with Mabel and the afternoon | promised better than the intention had | thus far seen. That niggling over the unexpectedness of his- return, --well, of course, it was unexpected and up- setting of her household routine; but the unexpectedness was over and the letter incident over, and Mabel, thanks to her guest, delightfully mooded. "| Good, Herefors, for the afternoon. Jae the dickens was this chap go- Fn. Bagshaw, rising sulkily, 'Well, yawd betier come up and have a look roun 5 And Mabel, animatedly, "I'd like to," and to Sabre, "You won't care to come, Mark." Sabre said, "No, 1 'won' Py x * Throughout dinner Mabel returned only just in time to get feady for din. examined dispassion. ner. Sabre with ate interest the exercise of trying tosay It doesn't matter | Bagsliaw's | up vigorously "About having no poor in| morning room: | ails} 8d & Stewart Ltd, HUTCHINSON They conversed gesultorily; usual hal bit. He told himsel e was speaking several hundred '"'oth ' words; but the intractable words t he desired jo utter would r be ed. He counted them on his fin- | ge rs under the table. Only seven r was the Garden' Home nly seven. He could not incident they brought He had come home to take¥a day off with her. She knew he | was there at the luncheon table to take a day off with her. ested ker so little, she had been so erent to it, that she had t even expressed a wish he should so much as attend her on the inspec- { tion with Bagshaw. The more he no thought of it the worse it rankled. She | w he was at home to be with her | and she had deliberately walked oif and left him . . . "Well, how was the Garden Home looking?" No. Not much. He couldn't. He visualised the impossible seven written on the table- | cloth. He saw them in script; he saw It had inter- | » a h ------ ir! the day | Most people like a cereal that makes them chew--that's the reason why Shredded Wheat is eaten in millions of homes. Its crisp, f tasty shreds of baked whole wheat encourage thorough mastication--and that means perfect, digestion.' : Sidi i For those who like porridge, however, there is nothing so nourishing and satisfying as Shredded Wheat porridge, and nothing so easy to make. Biscuits in a small saucepan; add salt and enough water to cover the bottom of the i them in print; he imagined them writ- | en by a finger on the wall. Say them -no. with a cigarette. There came sud- denly with the stubborn seven, | the thoughts brought him home, abreast of a realization Mabel left him sitting at the table! | to, his assistance in the fight | in the office that had | of | her situation such as he had had that | first night together in the house, eight | years before; morning room, alone. She had given there she was in the | up her father's home for his home=< | and there she was; a happy afternoon { behind her and no one to discuss it | with. Just because he could not say. "Well, how was the. Garden Home looking?" He thought, "I'm hateful." He got and strode into "Well, looking?" His Home Sh She was reading a magazine. | did not raise her eyes from the page. | | "Eh? Oh, very nice. Delightiul." "Tell us about it." "What? Oh .. , yes." Her mind | was in the magazine. She read on a| | handle his arguments-- 'Well, anyway, | | charming. If | You ought to have come. Then she laid the magazinc | | on her lap and looked up. "The Gar-, | den Home? Yes--oh, yes. It was It's simply springing up moment. He stretched himself in a big cha's opposite her. He laughed. * it, I like that. You didn't exactly im- plore me to.' She yawned. "Oh, well. I knew you | wouldn't care about it." She yawned | again, "Oh, dear, I'm tired. We must | have walked miles, to and fro." She put down her hands to take up her| magazine again. She clearly was no! interested by his interest. . thought, "Well, of course she's n For her it's like eating somethjig after it's got cold. Dinner wasgfthe time." He said, "I expect you digFwalk miles. Bagshaw all over it, 1%et." She did what he called "tighten | herself." "Well, naturally, he's pleas- | ed--enthusiastic. He's done more than | any one else to keep the idea going. Sabre laughed. "1 should say so! Marvellous person! 'What's he going | to do about not wearing clerical dress | when hé has to wear gaiters? "What do you mean--gaiters?' Signs of flying up. What on earth | for? "Why, when he's a bishop. | Don't you--" She flew up. "I suppose that's some | sneer!" | "Sneer! Rot. I mean it. A chap like | Bagshaw's not going to be a parish | priest all his life. He's out to be a bishop and he'll be a bishop. If he! changed his mind and wanted to be a| LRA RR RAY ELLE TTT [ HE dreaded miduighy is not meant frighten to warn. Guard a actions develo ments cl ren ann TL I symp o y hy coughs, sore throats, etc. iE CO. LTD. - Torente. nr nm eastain words and being amable.10 2 it like cold For Women's Ailments 26 years standard for Delayed and Painful Menstruation, Headache, Backache. Dizziness, Nervousness. 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She put her hands on the |arms' of her chair and raised herself to sit upright. She spoke with extra- | ordinary intensity. "Nearly every thing { you say to me or to my friends is a sneer. There's always something be- hind what you say. Other people no- tice it--"" | pes people." "Yes. Other people. They say you're) | | sarcastic. That's just a polite way--" | He said, "Oh, come now, Mabel, Not sarcastic. I swear no one thinks i I'm sarcastic. I promise you Bagshaw doesn't. Bagshaw thinks I'm a fool. | | complete fool. Look at lunch!" She caught him up. She was really | angry. "Yes. Look at lunch. That's | just what I mean. Any one that comes | to the house, any of my friends, any- | | thing they say you must always take | differently, always argue about. That's | what I call sneering--" i He, flatly, "Well, that isn't sneer- | | ing. Let's drop it. ! She had no intention of dropping | it. "It is sneering. They don't know | it is. But I know it is. XI | He had the feeling that his anger | | would arise responsive to hers, as one | | beast calling defiance to another, if | { this continued. And he did not want | | it to arise. He had sometimes thought | { of anger: as a savage beast chained { within a man. It had hel ped him to control rising ill-temper. He thought | of it now: of her anger. He had a| | vision oi it prowling, as a dark beast | | among caves, challenging into the | | night. He wished to retain the vision. | His own anger, prowling also, would | ; not respond while he retained the pic- | ture, It was prowling. It was suspic- ious, It would be mute while he wat- | ched it. While he watched it . . . He pulled himself sharply to his | feet | "Well, well" he said meant to be sneering. Let's ! unfortunate manner," { He stood before her half-smiling, | | his hands in his pockets, looking down { at her. ! She said, " Perhaps you're different | with your friends. I hope you are. { With your friends." He 'caught a glint in her eye as she | repeated the words. Its meaning did | not occur to him. ! He bantered, "Oh, I'm not as bad {as all that. And anyway, the friends Fare all the same friends. This pce isn't so big." "It's not call it my | Then that'quick glint of her eye was explained--the flash before the dis- charge. "Perhaps your friends are just coming back," she said. "Lady Ty- bar." The vision of his dark anger broke away. Mute while he watched it, im- mediately it lifted its head and ans- gan; and stopped. "Look here" he said more quetly, "don't begin that absurd business again." "I don't think it is absurd." "No, you called it 'funny.' " She drew in her feet as if to arise. "Yes, and I think it's funny. All of it. I think you've been. funny all day to- day. Coming back like that!" * "I told you why I came back To have a day off with you. Funny day off it's been! You're right there!" "Yes. it has been a funny day off." He thought, "My God, this bicker- {ing! 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