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Anoth- er time, "I've just finished my budget | to" Tony," she wrote, "and have sent] only got this this mor pening we 1e ended w a la 1. "And then!" she said "What do you mean, Nona, 'An then'?" ~ She took a letter from her bag ung 1 as 1 " him two sets of those patent rubber | was coming away. It's in reply to the | soles for his boots. Do you think he one I wrote him about his V. C. Oh, | can get thera put on? Every day I try | Marko, so splendid, so utterly 1 to think of some new trifle he'd like; | did as he is, and then to be liké th S, | and you'd be shocked, and think 1| Look, he says he's just got léave and | care nothing about the war, at the number of theatres I make time to go to. You see, it makes something bright and amusing to tell him, describing the plays. I feel most frightfully that, although of course my canteen work is useful, the real best thing every wo- man can do in this frightful time is to do all she can for her man out there; and Tony's mine: When this is all over--oh, Marko, is it ever going to be over? -- things will hurt again; but while he's out there the old things are dead and Tony's mine and England's --my man for England: that is my thought; that is my pride; that is my prayer." And a few lines farther on, "And he's so splendid. Of course you can imagine how utterly splendid he is. Lady King-Warner, his colonel's wife, told me yesterday her husband says he's brave beyond anything she could imagine. He said--she's given me his letter--'thq men have picked up from home this story about angels at Mons and are beginning to believe they saw them. Tybar sdys he hopes the angels were near him, because he thought he was in hell, the particular bit he got into, and he thinks it must be good for angels, enlarging for their minds, to know what hell is like! As a matter of fact, Tybar himself is nearer to the superhuman than anything I saw knocking about at Mons. His daring and his coolness and his example are a byword in a battalion composed, my dear, with the solitary exception of the writer, entirely of heroes. In sticky places Tybar is the most wonderful thing that ever happened. I like to be near him because his immediate vici- nity is unquestionably a charmed cir- cle; and I shudder to be near him be. cause his is always the worst spot.' "Can't you imagine him, Marko?" II And always her letters breathed to | Sabre his own passionate love of Eng- land, his own poignant sense of pos- session in her and by her, his own in- tolerable aching at the heart at his en- visagement of her enormously beset. They reflected his own frightful op- pression and they assuaged it, as his letters, she told him, assuaged hers, as burdens are assuaged by mingling of distress, "There is no good news," he told her, "and for me who can do nothing--and sometimes things are a little difficult with me here and I sup- pose that makes it worse--there seems to be no way out. But your letters are more than good news and more than rescue; they are courage. Courage is like love. Nona; it touches the spirit; and the spirit, amazing essence, is like a spring: it is never touched but it-- springs!" She was working daily at a canteen at Victoria station. She had been on the night shift "but I can't sleep, I simply cannot sleep nowadays'; and so, shortly before he wrote to her of his second rejection, she had changed on to the day shift and at night took out the car to run arriving men from one terminus to another. "And about twice a week I get dog-tired and feel sleepy and send the chauffeur with the car and stay at home and do sleep- It's splendid!" Northrepps had been handed over to the Red Cross as a military hospital. Her answer to his letter telling of his second rejection at the recruiting of- fice----most tender words from her heart to his heart, comforting his spi- rit as transfusion of blood from health to sickness maintains the exhausted body--her reply told him that on that day fortnight she was coming down to say of his disappointment what she could so inadequately express in writ- ing. She was going out to war work in France--in Tony's name she had presented a fleet of ambulance cars to a Red Cross unit and she was going out to drive one--and she was coming down to look at things at Northrepps before she left. On the following day Tidborough, opening its newspaper, shook hands with itself in all its houses, shops and offices on its own special and most glorious V.C.,--Lord Tybar. III Tybar's V.C. was the first thing Sa- bre spoke of to Nona when, a fort- night later, she came down and he went up to her at Northrepps in the afternoon. Its brilliant gallantry, ren dered so vivid to him by the intimacy with which he could see that thrice at- tractive figure engaged in its perform- ance, stirred him most deeply. He had by heart every line of its official re- cord in the restrained language of the Gazette, + « + The left flank of the position was insecure, and the post, when taken over, Was ill prepared for defence . When, the battalion was suffering very heavy casualties from a 77mm. field gun at very close range, Captain Lord Tybar rushed forward under intense machine gun fire and succeeded in'cap- turing the gun single-handed after kill. ing the entire crew . . . Later, when repeated attacks developed, he con- trolled the defence at the point threa- tened, giving personal assistance with revolver and bombs . . . Single-hand- ed he repulsed one bombing assault . It was entirely owing to the gallant conduct of this officer that the situa- tion was relieved . . . Oh, rare and splendid spirit! For- tune's, darling thrice worthy of her dowry! Nona had written of it in ringing he's going to spend it in Paris! One of | his women is there. That Mrs. Win- | fred. He's taken up with her again. | He says, 'Poor thing. She's all alone in Paris. I know how sorry ybu will! feel for her, and I feel I ought to ko and look after her. I know you will agree with me. I'll tell } you sent me. That will amuse and please her | so.' 4 i She touched her eyes with her hand. | kerchief. "It rather hurts, Marko. It's not that I mind his going. It's just what he would do. But it's the way he tells me: He just says it like that deli- | berately to be cruel because he knows it will "hurt. So utterly splendid, | Marko, and so utterly graceless." She! gave her little note of sadness again. | "Utterly splendid! Look, this is all he | says about his V. C, Isn't this fine and isn't it like him? He says, 'P. S. Yes, | that V. C. business You know why I got it, don't you? It stands for Very | Cautious, you know."" | They laughed together. Yes, like him! Tybar exactly! Sabre could see him writing the letter. Delighting in| saying words that would hurt; delight- | ing in his own whimsicality that would ! amuse. Splendid; airy, untouched by | thought; fearless, faithless, heedless, | graceless. Fortune's darling, invested in her robe of mockery. Nona's laughter ended in a little] catch at her breath. He touched her | arm. "Let's walk, Nona." { 1v He thought she was looking thin and done up Her face had rather a drawn look, its soft roundness gone. He thought she never had looked so beautiful to him. She spoke to him of what she had tried to say in her let. ters of his disappointments in offer- ing himself for service. Never had her sweet voice sounded so exquisitely ten der to him. They spoke of the war. Never, but in their letters, had he been able thus to give his feelings and re- | ceive them, touched with the same per- ceptions, kindled and enlarged, back into his sympathies again. With others the war was all discussion of chances and circumstances, of this that had happened and that that might happen, of this that should be done and that that ought not to have been done. La- boratory examination of means and remedies. The epidemic everything and the patient upstairs nothing. The wood not seen for the trees. With Nona he talked of how he felt of England: Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand- He told her that She nodded. "I know. I know. Say it all through, Marko." He stumbled through it. At the end, a little abashed,she smiled at her and said, "Of course, no one else would | think it applies. Richard was saying it | in Wiles where he'd just landed, and | it's about civil war, not foreign; but where it comes to me is the loving of the soil itself, as if it were a living thing that knew it was being loved and | loved back in return. Our England, Nona. You remember Gaunt's thing in the same play: | | | "This royal throne of kings, this sceptre'd isle, This other Eden, demi-paradise . .. This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver séa . . . This blessed plot, this earth, this realm this England . . ." She nodded again. He saw her dear eyes were brimming. She said, "Yes-- yes--~Our England. Rupert Brooke said it just periectly, Marko: "And think, this heart, all evil shed away . . . Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given; Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day; And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness, In hearts at peace, under an English heaven." She touched his hand. 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There's Shelley's 'Ode to the West Wind.' It makes me--I don't know--wrought up. And some- times I've the feeling that I'm being carried along like that and towards that frightful cry at the end, 'O Wind, if winter comes--'" He stopped. He said, "Give me your handkerchief to keep, Nona. Some- thing of your own to keep. There will be strength in it for me--to help me hold on to the rest--to believe it--'If Winter comes--Can Spring be far be- hind?"' She touched her handkerchief to her lips and gave it to him. Vv After October, especially, he spent never less than two evenings a week with old Mrs. Perch. In October Young Perch went ta France and on his draft-leave took from Sabre the casy promise to "keep an eye on my mother." Military training, which to most gave robustness, gave to Young Perch, Sabre thought, a striking en- hancement of the fine-drawn expres. sion that always had been his. About his eyes and forehead Sabre apprehend ed something suggestive of the mystic, spiritually-occupied look that paintings of the Huguenots and the old Crusad- ers had; and looking at him when he came to say good-by, and while he spoke solely and only of his mother, Sabre remembered that long-ago thought of Young Perch's aspect. --of his spirit being alighted. in his body as a bird on a twig, not engrossed in his body; a thing death would need no more than to pluck off between finger and thumb. * But unthinkable, that. Not Young Perch . . Old Mrs. Perch was very broken and very querulous. She blamed Sabre and she blamed Effie that Freddie had gone to the war. She said they had leagued with him to send him ofi "Freddie I could have managed," she used to say: "but you I cannot man- age, Mr. Sabre; and as for Effie, you might think I was a child and she was mistress the way she treats me." Bright Effie used to laugh and say, "Now, you know, Mr3. Perch, you will msist on coming 'and tucking me up at night. Now does that look as if she's the child, Mr. Sabre?" Mr. Sabre doesn't know that you only permit me to tuck you up one night because I permit you to tuck me up the next night, the sooner he does know how I'm treated in my own es- tablishment the better for me." Thus the initial cause of querulous- ness would bump off into something else; and in an astonishing short num- ber of moves subject and the guerul- ousness would give place to little rays of animation; and presently Mrs. Perch would doz comfortably in her chair while Sabre talked to Effie in whispers; and when she woke Sabre would be ready with some reminis- cence of Freddie carefully chosen and carefully carried along to keep it hedg- ed with smiles. But all the roads where Freddie was to be found were sunken roads, the smiling hedges very low about them, the ditches overcharg ed with water, and tears soon would come. She used to doze and murmur to herself, "My boy's gone to fight for his country. I'm very proud of my boy gone to fight for his country." Effie said Young Perch had taught her that before he went away. While they were talking she used to doze and say, "Good morning, Mrs. So-and-So. My boy's gone to fight for his country. I'm very proud of my boy gone to fight for his country. Good morning, Mr. So-and-So. My boy's gone to--He didn't want to go, but I said he must go to fight for his coun- try . . . But that's not true, Freddie . + + Oh, very well, dear. Good morning, Mrs. So-and-So--"' She used to wake up with a start and say, "Eh, Freddie? Oh, I thought Freddie was in the room." Tears. She said she always looked forward to the evenings when Sabre came. She liked him to sit and talk to Effie and to smoke all the time and knock out his pipe on the fender. She said it A A et A At Pt At a Att tt atin. 2 lata areas | | made her think Freddie was there. 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