MERRY SQUARE A NEIGHBOURLY NOVEL t.y ORACH d. RICHMOND 1 "*Anyhow,” Chase went on BbaarHtfully, “though 1 can’t tell you how I dreaded going to t!ut place, w'ith my shaky »ct w?, I'm glad I went. I hope I was of use to that pathetic I little old wife. I don’t know •bout that But—b»it she—she •as of marvellous use to me. I lamer--never in my life saw' Anything like her fortitude. ’Why, after it was over, she — 1 earn* to the door with me, and thanked me for coming! And His voice broke. Mackay bad a moment of fear that the •motional strain of a scene like that had been too much for the man who had his own heavy troubles to bear. But his next *trr/ng impression was that the «f little old Mrs. Cutler’s •cserago had really been, as Cbase had said, to inspire his amt. So Maekav said, in the quiet, laarw tone of confidence which h tb* best support for weak ness in another, “1 can imag ine. Isn’t she the greatest little old soldier you ever Anew? She’s been shouldering ber crutch and marching to the •mate for years, one knows by tfec look of her. I don’t think •bell march much longer, now' a * « i • ikt vto mmp i* gunr, mn siiir 11 W game to the end. I’m glad yon were with her, to see her end help her through. There’s* nobody like you, Doctor Chase, k«i know how to say the right, thing. I’ve heard you do it tn*ny times, and I know.” fba*c turned to look at him. •*Y«wi never saw me in a place like that. The pulpit’s one place. A little room like that i* 9flute another. I—Maekay— ■mchew I didn’t feel very big In that little room.” mtl know.” And now (Ior dan Maekay felt a definite penwmal liking for this mu.t that fee oadn’t quite had be fore. This was the reul man pecking, he was sure. fiwt now the speaking was ever. Suddenly Chase felt bnmelf very weak and sick, •cd leaned heavily on Mac ay * steel-strong arm. The younger man wondered for an hnctant if he oughtn’t to leave b;m and run to the house for a car with which to bring him kbe few remaiiiiiig rods. Hut C^awr shook his head atnl ■sored slowly on. — just—■nerves,” he brra?bed. “] can make it.” Sc they made it, and came tr the house. They had also cense a little way on that an cient road toward friendship ■nade by the mutual under ■taninr of each other’s feeling iin a great, hour. (Prom Josephine Jenney’s Note-Bookk) Dream evening, followed by fcour or two of nightmare ttnxi «tv. All serene this morning. The d ream was of old dav s. Drought, on by flying drive in to Stadium, in Dallas Hunt’s myadster, with Cordon Maekay snaking the third, in el* .ne quarters, Could shut my eyes and imagine myself tucked in between Julian and Blair liey i*or, dashing for almost any srhere that occurred to us. Vm*| in my face, low voices in any ewrx, a drift of eigaret smoke, tights, lights, lights — then a tunnel of darkness tin ker trees—a queer sense of Vapp ness — expectancy — ncrognition of others’ similar reactions-— TV? » music. — gorgeous —• irfore.is — heart-breaking — Suspended between earth and •i. ! Afterwards the funny trip Wm<-, coming hack to earth until a bounce. Crowds, noise, reek, heal, on the train. Then qenct, coolness, wetness, gales, «tipftery roads, utudy**. tt»e tab awil feetlni umiltdw by ¥*ro*