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And so in all | affairs: it was not what the eye saw or the ear heard that interested him; it was what his mind saw, questing be- hind the scene and behind the speech, that interested him, and often, by the intensity of its perception, shook him. And precisely as beauty touched in him the most exquisite and poignant depths, so evil surroundings, evil faces dismayed him to the point o mysterious fear, almost terror. ; On a Sunday of his honeymoon in London he had conceived with Mabel the idea of a bus ride through the streets,--"anywhere, the first bus that comes". The first bus that came took them through South London, dodged between main roads and took them through miles of mean and sordid dwelling houses. At open windows high up sat solitary women, at others solitary, shirtsleeved men; behind closed windows were the faces of children. All staring, -- women and men and children, impassively prison- ed, impassively staring. Each house door presented, one above the other, five or six iron bell-knobs, some hang- ing out and downwards, as if their necks were broken. On the pavements hardly a soul. Just street upon street of these awful houses with their im- prisoned occupants and the doors with their string of crazy bells. An appalling apd abysmal depres- sion settled upon Sabre. He imagined himself pulling the dislocated neck of one of those bells and stepping into what festered behind those sinister doors; the dark and malodorous stair- ways, the dark and malodorous rooms, their prisoned occupants opening their prisons and staring at him,--those wo- men, those men, those chiddren. He imagined himself in one of those rooms, saw it, felt it, smelt it. He imagined himself 'cutting his throat in one ¢f those rooms. At tea in their hotel on their return Mabel cnattered animatedly on all they had seen. "I'm awfully glad we went. 1 think it's a very good thing to know for oneself just how that side of life lives. Those awful people at the windows!"--and she laughed. He noticed for the first time what a sud- den laugh she had, rather loud. Sabre agreed. "Yes, I think it's a ood thing to have an idea of their ives. I can't say I'm glad I went, though. You've no idea how awfully depressed that kind of thing makes me feel." She laughed again. How ever can it? must be!" Then she said, "Yes, I'm glad I've seen for myself. You know, when those sort of people come into your service--the airs they give themselves and the way they demand the best of everything--and then when you see the kind of homes they come from -- !" : yo it makes you think, doesn't it "It does!" "Depressed! But what it made Sabre think was fi entirely different from. what it made Mabel think, VIL "Puzzlehead" they had called him at his preparatory school, ~Old Puz- zlehead Sabre, the chap who always wrinkled up his nut over things and came out with the most extraordinary ideas. He had remained, and increas. ingly become, the puzzler. And pre- cisely as he ceased to share a room with Mabel and carried himself with satisfaction to his own apartment, so, by this fifth year of his married life, he had come to know well that he shared no thoughts with her: he car- ried them, with increasing absorption in their interest, to the processes of his own mind. An incident of those early school s had always remained with him in its exact words: The exact words o a selectly famous Jrolesor of philoso. phy who, living the few years of his retirement in the neighborhood of the preparatory school, had given -- jor ure love of seeing young things 'and eeling the freshness of young minds --a weekly "talk on things" to the small achgolboya, And whatever the subject of his talk, he almost invari- ably would work off his familiar coun- sel: "And a very good'thing (hs used to sy M an excellent thing, the very best of practices, is to write a little every . Just a little scrap, but cultivate the habit of doing it every day. don't mean what is called keepin dairy, you know. Don't write at you do. There's no benefit in that. We do things for all kinds of reason; and it's the reasons, not the things, that matter. Let your little dail something you've thought. W belongs partly to somenne you've made to do it what you think i f; you write it polish up. But 2% umportant to have How funny youl; <3 | civil workman immensely. It gave her steadying . . ." : And his small hearers desiring, like | young colts in a field, nothing so lit- [tle as anything steadying, paid as [ {much attention to this "jaw" as to | any precept not supported by cane or | imposition. They made of it, indeed, a popular school joke, "Oh, go and write a little every day and boil your- self, you ass!" But it appealed, dimly, to the reflective quality in the child | Sabre's mind. He contracted the ha- { bit of writing, in a "bagged" exercise book, sentences beginning laboriously with "I thought to-day--." It re- mained with him, as he grew up, in the practice of writing sometimes id- cas that occurred to him, as in the case of his feelings about his books and--much more strongly--in deliber- ately thinking out ideas. "You yourself. The real you." In the increasing solitariness of his married life, it came to be something into which he could retire, as into a private chamber; which he could put on, as a garment; and in the privacy of the chamber, or within the sleeves of the garment, he received a sense of detachment from normal life inte which, vaguely, he pondered things. VI]. Vaguely,--without solution of most of the problems that puzzled him, and | without even definite knowledge of | the line along which solution might {lie. Here, in these cloisters of another | world--his own world--he paced a- { mong his ideas as a man might pace {around the dismantled and scattered intricacies of an intricate machine, | knowing the parts could be put to- | gether and the thing worked usefully, | not knowing how on earth it could be | done . . "This goes in there, and that goes in there, but how on earth -?"" Here, into these cloisters, he dragged the parts of all the puzzles that Geploncd oo: his relations with | Mabel; his sense, in a hundred ways as | they came up, of the odd business that life was; his strong interest in the soc- {ial and industrial problems, and in the political questions from time to time before the public attention. He could be imagined assembling | the parts, dragging them in, checking them over, slamming the door, and-- {"How on earth? What on earth?" | There was a key to all these problems. | There was a definite way of coordin- | ating the parts of each. But what? He began to have the feeling that in all the puzzles, not only, though | particularly, of his own life as he had come-to live it, but of life in general as it is lived, some mysterious part was missing. That was as far as he could get. He was like a man groping with his hand through a hol® in a great door for a key lying on the other side. Nothing was to be seen through the hole, and only the arm to the elbow could get through it. Not the shape, of the key nor its position was known. But he was absolutely certain it was there. . One day he might put his hand on it, CHAPTER 1V. I Mabel was two years younger than Sabre, twenty-five at the time of her marriage and just past her thirtieth birthday when the separate rooms were first occupied. Her habit of sud- den laughter, rather loud, which Sabre irst noticed in connection with their differing views on the mean streets visits, was rather characteristic of her. Her laugh came suddenly, and very heartily, at anything that amused her and without her first smiling or sug- gesting by any other sign that she was amused. And it came thus abruptly out of a face whose expression was normally rather severe. Probably of the same mentality was her habit of what Sabre called "flying up." She "flew up" without her speech first warming up; but of her flying up un- like her sudden bdrst of laughter, Sabre came to know certain premoni- tory symptoms in her face. Her face what he called "tightened." In parti- cular he used to notice a curious little constriction of the sides of her nose, rather as though invisible tweezers were pressing it. | She had rather a long nose and this pleased her, for she once read some. where that long noses were aristocra- tic. She pris | her nose as she read. - Her complexion was pale, though this was perhaps exaggerated by her colouring, which was dark. Her fea- tures were noticeably i gh and no- ticeably refined, though her eyes were the least little bit inclined to be prom. inent; when Sabre married the Dean of Tidborough's daughter, it was said hat he had married "a good-looking girl"; also that he had married "a very nice girl"; those were the ex- pressions used. She liked the com- pans of men and she was much liked men (the opinion of the garrulous apgood may recalled in this con. ection). 'She very much liked the society of women of her own age or older than herself and she was very popular with such. She did not like girls, married or unmarried. : II Mabel belonged to that consider- who, in conver- YOU! able class of 20m, Dein BAN Sholr ences ae sa "And just a fn By you how your| if you can't do a looking. Just see if Jean's do 1. A scrap. It's very steadying; very i | | as much pleasure, real pleasure that | she felt in all her emotions, to receive civility from the classes that minis- tered to her class--servants, trades- people, gardeners, carpenters, plumb. | ers, postmen, policemen--as to meet {any one in her own class. It never oc- | curred to her to reckon up how enor- mously varied was the class whose happy fortune it was to minister to ner class and she would not have been in the remotest degree interested if any one had told her how numerous the class was. It never occurred to her that any of these people had homes and it never oceurred to her that the whole of the lower classes lived 'without any margin at all be- yond keeping their homes together, or that if they stopped working they lost their homes, or that they looked forward to nothing beyond their work ing vears because there was nothing beyond their working vears for them to look forward to. Nor would it have interested her in the remdicst degree to hear this. The only fact she knew akout the lower classes was that they were disgustingly extravagant and spent every penny they earncd. The woman across the Green wlo did her washing had six children and a hus- band who was an agricultural labour, er and earned eighteen and sixrfence a week. These eight lived in three rooms and "if you pleasc" they ac- 'nstanced 1t for years after she [iret] heard it. The idea ot that class of | person. spending money on anything | to make their three rooms lively of | an evening was scandalous to Mabel. | She heard of the gramophone out- | rage in 1908 and she was still instanc- ing it in 1912. "And those are the | people, mind you," she said in 1912, | "that we have to buy these National! Insurance stamps for!" IIL Mabel was not demonstrative. She had no enthusiasms and no sympath- | ies. Enthusfasms and sympathies in| other people made her laugh with her characteristic burst of sudden laugh- ter. It was not, as with some persons, that matters calling for sympathy made her impation,--as very robust people are often intensely impatient | with sickness and infirmity. She ne-| ver would say, "I have no patience | with such and such or so and s0." | She had plenty of patience. It was | simply that she had no imagination | whatsoever. Whatever she saw or heard or read, she saw or heard od read exactly as the thing presented | itself. If she saw a door she saw merely a piece of wood with a handle and a keyhole. It may be argued that a door is mere a piece of wood with a handle and a keyhole, and that is what Mabel would have argued. But a door is in fact that most intriguing mystery in the world because of what may be the other side of it and of what goes on behind it. To Mabel no- thing was on the other side of any- thing she saw and nothing went on behind it. (To. be Continued.) Willing to Try A Highlander who prided himself on being able to play any tune on the pipes perched himself on the side of one of his native hills one | Sunday morning and commenced | blowing for all he was worth. Pres- ently the minister came along and. going up to MacDougall with the #n- tention of severely reprimanding him, | asked in a very harsh voice: "Mac New stocks of select grades from the best mills in Quebec and New Brunswick. 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